It Is Lonely When You're Among People, Too
A tribute to "The Little Prince," by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
Little being, descending from your star,
Your heart draws desert animals.
And when night slowly unveils her altar,
Your bright smile echoes like crystals.
Little child, you gave your heart to a flower.
Your volcanoes are calmly expecting you.
While the traveller, you await in your tower,
You catch sight of fertile maps within you.
Little Prince! Little Prince!
Draw me your country.
Fall asleep on the dunes
And soar to the moon!
A dream shaper, you truly are.
You found heaven before any grown-up—
A child’s heart soothes the deepest scar.
Children like you are a sweet cup.
Sometimes, it is lonely among people, too.
Yet, some spirits have confident honesty
That fills the emptiness with tongues so new
That everything suddenly becomes beauty.
Little Prince! Little Prince!
Draw me your country.
Fall asleep on the dunes
And soar to the moon!
Little angel, sitting across the horizon,
The sun caresses your blond curly hair.
Often, the land for you loses its blazon;
Yet, you always feel freedom’s prayer.
Little man, your soul is a friend.
Your love has tended to her needs;
And my flame, you would daily defend,
So that I, too, could finally spread the seeds!
Little Prince! Little Prince!
Draw me your country.
Fall asleep on the dunes
And soar to the moon!
They may try to debase your infinity.
They may try to torment your kingdom.
Yet, forgiveness has been part of your trinity
Towards those who have lost their freedom.
So, little prince, continue on your way.
Wait for another star and another flower.
Smile at the present to pave tomorrow’s day.
Children’s souls have some unique power!
Little Prince! Little Prince!
Draw me your country.
Fall asleep on the dunes
And soar to the moon!
Little Prince,
Your best ally,
(Your province)
Is the sky!
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©2010 Cendrine Marrouat
Copyright © Cendrine Marrouat | Year Posted 2025
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