MISTER
The mystery
About which I have become
Impatient for you, sir
I would have wanted to create
The greatest office
So as one day to understand you
So as to discover you at last
From head to foot
A furnace
A strange balance (equation ?)
Where now and then I have seen the iron
Or the wings of an angle
You would know if you really stayed silent
But for me, if you knew how to guess
What happens inside me
Oh, if you only knew !
One against the other
One all ruffled (annoyed ?)
One or all of the other
I have finished by letting myself go
The mystery
Which has devastated me
Which has thrown out everything
I have never found you
You have put up fences
Proudly, without feeling
You did not want anyone to know
Who you once were
Beneath your airs (outward appearance)
Of not being touchable
The heedlessness of a gust of air
Which has wafted over me
You make me think of the door of a monastery
What is under your armour ?
What secret gardens of your mind ?
One against the other
Everything has gone
One or all the other
I finish by moving from
The mystery
To you, sir {x 3}.