Jean

Remains in a city of clouds

Only lacking yet flesh and blood
When mourning flows through lonesome faith
One prayer burrows fears of death

I have not tasted other’s grieves
Encounters in nostalgic dreams
No tears can moisten higher realms
Shall I weep for the one who lives?

From a life survived something odd
This lesson I am marrying As much as John has embraced god 
He worshiped more human being

Chich (Janvier 2012)