Author: Gislain Cardinaux
Last night, I was walking
With a dear friend of mine.
The night sky was lighting
From a thousand stars that shine
So brightly and clear – but dying,
Lost in the dark coldness
Of the void endlessly stretching –
Just like we were, aimless.
We were roaming on black asphalt
In search of holy taste of malt,
We were straying from streets
To bars; and from bars back to streets;
With the orange look of streetlights
As unique companion
Of our drunk wandering run
Trying to escape through the night.
We reached the last of all bridges,
So large we felt like small midges.
Across it, our trip
Should find its concluding sip.
The large avenue right below
Was reflecting the glow
Of celestials bodies above
With its sweet lights we were in love.
The city under our feet
Was stretching wide and far, asleep,
In bright luminous sneak
That we beheld from our wreak
We stopped for a moment – or two –
To appreciate this view;
Sitting, quiet, on the low wall
That prevented to take the fall.
The night and its tranquility,
Made us forget the woes of life
And the time so greatly;
No more thinking of sting or knife.
I want to go, called by the gin,
Instead of enjoying
The last few moments I’m spending
By his side – as I’ve always been.
And here they go, my feet I let
End this memorable night thrill,
But I don’t know it yet
That I have a friend still.