it's a song without title <br />a song without word <br />a song without sound <br /> <br />a song in our eyes <br />a song in our ears <br />a song in our hands <br />a song in our feet <br /> <br />We are singing the song <br />without title <br />a nameless song <br />It's a distant song <br />It's a future song <br /> <br />A song who says: <br />beyond future, beyond distances, <br />beyond nothing, beyond always <br /> <br />a song in a single colour <br />that we don't see <br /> <br />many colours <br />much colours <br />unknown colours <br /> <br />this was <br />a song of your mother <br />a song of your grandmothers <br />a song of one very old woman <br /> <br />Sleep, sleep my little love <br />Dream, dream my little love <br />when you close open your wide eyes<br /><br />Jean Francois Le Goff<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sing-of-song/
