La Nuit Blanche
The night was white and sleepless
Dreamless, though the lion
And his pride roared, growled, grumbled
In the thick black sky
Somewhere by now over Europe
Say Southern Grecian isles
A plane was on its wayWinking blinking on its way
Steadfast, freighted with the ones loved
Joining the dots, making the links
And in a winter Sydney office one man
Prayed his child was sleeping, wife was coping
(Though he knew that god was gone)
While a thousand miles apart, rain of England, heat of France
Two grandmothers held their breath and waited
Waited, for the dawn and love to come
6th August 2009, Hounoux
I'm glad you liked this Jenny. It wrote it at 5.30 a.m after a sleepless night imagining my daughter in law on her way home.The French call a sleepless night 'une nuit blanche'
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