CHIMERES

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             
                                                         CHIMERES                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                                                                                               
                                            Je songe bien des fois                                                                                                               

                                            A toutes ces chimères!                                                                                                               

                                            Ce qui fût  toi et moi,                                                                                                                   

                                             Me laisse un goût  amer!                                                                                                            
                                                                                                                                                                                                 
                                                                                                                                                                                                   

                                            Je reste à ressasser                                                                                                                     

                                            Celà pendant des heures   ;                                                                                                         

                                            A mes amours blessés                                                                                                                 

                                            Et le mal demeure .                                                                                                                       
                                                                                                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                                                                                   

                                            C e que fût notre amour                                                                                                                

                                            Où ce qu'il ne fût pas!                                                                                                                    

                                            Il dura quelques jours                                                                                                                    

                                            Juste le temps d'un faux pas!                                                                                                        

                                            Adieu belle chimères!                                                                                                                     

                                            Qui jadis prirent mon âme                                                                                                              

                                            Le coeur dans une ornière,                                                                                                            

                                            Et c'est cela mon drame!....                                                                                                            

                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                            Mocotte      Ecrit 1954