Waiting for years
I built
a mysterious island with green lines
and windows that open inside me
at the same time
my steps shining for you
and stilling here as a lighthouse

come home !
hidden from this earth and from ourselves
by this wonderful island
let's forget the doors
between us and the traces on the gold sands
or the Siren's song

come here like a drifty sailor
laying at my feets
weapons and blade metals
unwrapping by you
and your fights

I built for my Hero
a white seaside
to stay on face to face
watching for a long,long time
while our eyes will move
one in other

I prepared all kind of sweet-smelling oils
to touch your skin and to wash your gashes
I put my heart in an amphora
for healing your adored body

you may count my ribs of pearls
give me two silky and painful wings
I'll surround with my life
and I'll send to the stars
a story about an island
named Ithaca.