I watch the crowd and smile: they are
Gilding refined gold, irrigating oceans,
Observing motionless fire and mountains' motions.
Serving their slaves, commanding their kings,
Forcing mirrors to draw and echoes to sing.
From father to son their lives will be gone,
But not mine. I am here, and here will I stay.
I stand, and I'll stand, and I will
Stand still.
I stay here as generations pass by
Seemingly they will never come back again.
I am waiting for stars to get older and die -
More of a god than of a simple man.
J y suis, j y reste
© Copyright: Wilderness, 2002
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