Sweet Eternity The ice-cold shade has frozen bones The moss-covered black stones Are lifted by the old roots. The cold Drops Colors into the brilliant grass Turfing between the graves. Into the foggy air Silently, Soft évanescence, She sings her life By weaving her soul She rolls up her spirit To the threads of mists Without fear, free, She slides on the walls Surrounds them, She Caresses them with the shadow. The eternity is opened And She is welcomed by it. Now and forever Her sweet eternity Under the trees Which inclines Slowly towards the ground. Lydia Maleville