{Witness me}

Witness me, my frights,

my love for you,

my fears and my emotions.

 

Witness me and don't resolve to forget.

 

Why do I love?

Because I am.

 

To love, is to leave a witness to your life,

who will tell it more sublimely,

a mirror for our ears,

a stranglehold on our desires.

 

Our other,

the one who whispers to us

‘Love and I'll write’.

 

Witness the wind we have travelled,

the mountains we've climbed,

the dreams we've taken

and those rediscovered.

Witness here and now.

 

So that before, we lived,

So that tomorrow, we inspire :

this cry of joy,

this cry of hope,

this cry of glory,

this faith with you rediscovered.

 

Witness my sweetheart,

and let yourself flow

in this childish ink.

Break away from these low follies

and witness.

 

Bear witness to the forgotten,

the shipwrecked,

the genocided,

the forgotten,

the unborn,

and restore hope

in each of your wills.

 

Bear witness and love

Pray and I will testify

to what is written above.

 

© Moustapha Chein

 

Montréal 

February 03, 2025