POEMES et POETES

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         A toi l'Artiste  ...

                                                                                                                                                                                                Savoir saisir l’instant fugace et magique

                                                                                                                                                                         C’est ce qui rend ta photo magnifique

                                                                                                                                                                                             Car elle est la continuité de ton âme

                                                                                                                                                                               Et remplit nos yeux de son charme

                                                                                                                                                                                              Je t’imagine là assise face à la mer

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Ton corps enveloppé de la douceur du soir

                                                                                                                                                                                      Où l’astre d’or se reflète en son miroir

                                                                                                                                                                                Caressant l’onde de sa couleur éphémère

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Ton esprit est libre de toutes pensées

                                                                                                                                                                                       Car il s’émerveille de tant de beauté

                                                                                                                                                                            De ces voiliers à l’ancrage dans leur ballet

                                                                                                                                                                                Au doux murmure de la vague sur le sable doré

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Tes sens s’enivrent du parfum du maquis

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Mélange subtil de myrthe et d’arbousiers

                                                                                                                                                                                    Que t’apporte par intermittence la brise iodée

                                                                                                                                                                                     Complétant ce tableau qui fait de notre île un paradis

                                                                                                                                                                             Ton regard s’illumine

                                                                                                                                                                              Car tu viens d’immortaliser

                                                                                                                                                                                                    A l’instant précis où le soleil décline

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Cette merveille sur papier glacé .

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       (auteur inconnu)