Fabrice Poussin

Her body spoke, the soul was silent
far too often
but he knew
in all the pain the heart was quiet
and it hurt
but he knew.

Four scores and five years;
flesh and bones made up the words
the soul remained in the shadow
though magnificent it is.

Scores of tears it shed and caused
the body that suffered crippled the soul
and then silence
the soul spoke
and burnt the body
to be reborn.

He knew all along;
the beautiful spirit

that came back for him

five years more

she waited in the shadow

he knew all along

what no one else did
 and now their bodies live

two souls free

as the swallows in the barn

who one evening

bid me farewell

in the sweet flutter of their wings


When the body spoke, the soul was silent
but he knew her soul
all along.