
There’s a God Inside me
There’s a God inside you
A a one that I cant’ see
That bird is hehind a tree
There’s a bird in that God
Even in the yellow the feather of an unknoww painter
All the colors of the wind in my face feeding the odd
Speak the mysterious world in a blind language of hours
There »s so many words in your eyes
I can hear in the sparkling and meaningful silence
I can touch the feeling of your breath
Cause it is mixed in the air of everything
That passed away, while it still here
And I wonder, still wonder, so wonder
Who created that flying flower
Gaëtan Pelletier
Mars 2014