Vague, the sound of your voice inside me Your face gently fades away, I cry out, I spell your name, and once again I see… The softness of your hands, And my body on alert. I embrace you in the virtual, In your eyes I drown. I hold the string That you hold from beyond The time that separates us, Mirror, my fair mirror. And I reach out my arms to you, I hold you tight, I bite you, I feel you, I see you… But the sound of your voice Fades even more! But what is it, this bond? This silver cord That stretches and holds me, That surrounds and seizes me? A mantra without being one, It is the sound of your voice, Clear this time, That says: “I remember A Templar cross, Paths of prayers… And a distant love.”
