Chess Players

Far from you I am no more myself,
When many thousand miles and more divide us…
You transcend the gulf of time and space to join me,
No more an object made of matter but a myth…
You are at once an object and a living soul,
Little by little taking human shape…

Young and flattered, flowing over, you evolve,
Reborn, like the rising Phoenix in the flame,
Resurrection and beauty of a virgin visage…
Always in the foreground, even thrust aside,
You ever pulse with life…
What more can I say of you, my palette dear?

Foyer Sacerdotal, Paris, 22.11.93