The leaves

The leaves, green, lush, luminous
Sated of sun, filled with light
Breath life into the garden
Shadow to the birds
Trampoline to the squirrels
Landing pads to the bees, butterflies and dragonflies
Anchors to the spiders'webs
Humble bearers of discrete scents
The leaves are substance to all
Gracious, generous extravagance of trees,
Bushes and branches
The leaves abond in the garden like a sea
Of green, murmuring waves
Gently brushed by the summer breeze,
They are the peaceful and deep welcome
That softly embrace you
When you step in the garden
They caress your face and refresh your mind
They whisper lovely secrets of comfort
And brush off all the weariness in one note
Of vibrant green played at infinitum,
The leaves are the one and only architecture
In the garden, an orderly chaos from another realm,
A balm to the eyes and an ointment to the soul.
To the leaves : thank you.

Tapestry

The living texture of life,
organic web spun of thousand millions
delicate, intricate, complex
designs, points and patterns
bright, supple, light
yet so resistant
woven into infinity
each microscopic creature, a breathing stitch
into the larger fabric of life
a breathing textile made of so many varied fibers
all the same yet each different
sparkling everywhere into the tapestry of the world
as stars in the night sky
reflecting the great magnificence of creation
with, at its center,
death, awaiting.

Drops

From a tiny liquid cell
Poked from oblivion into existence
Our watery birth leaves its seal
In our eyes
Where the light of the seas
Shines doubly in our tears
Wether in joy or in sadness
Our eyes fill up like a glass
And a tear is the watery grave
Of our hopes
The drop that contains
The end of the story
The salty secret of regrets
And the rain falling tonight
Soothes my soul
With its whispered ecchoes
Of watery beginnings
And oceanic beyond...

The 6am bird

6am. the bird sings its poem
Loud and clear
For all to hear
6am. the bird throws away its poem
Will a little female catch it ?

6am. no poem in my head
Heavy thoughts lacking charm
6am. I could throw away
My head
And catch the bird's song instead.

8am. The sun rising, glorious over the hills
Calling me out, out
This very instant.
Birds in concert, now
Inviting for a grand walk.

Do beautiful places lead to beautiful thoughts ?
Will the murky air of the city be left behind,
With all its torments and agonies ?
A beautiful scenery,
A healing balm for a suffering heart.

9am. Sitting at my desk
Birds still chirping
But the mind gone quiet
No one chirping there
Just silence
And the day lying in wait.

Curse

Dieu rend fou ceux qu'il veut perdre.
L'Amour rend fou ceux qui le perdent.

La sirene brisee

Josephine est une sirene brisee
Son coeur a ete arrache
Son flanc saigne et elle ne peut plus nager
Elle ne peut que pleurer,
Mais que valent des larmes dans un ocean sale,
Un ocean de larmes,
Un ocean noir de douleur....
Josephine est une sirene brisee
Et elle s'enfonce loin, tres loin dans les grands fonds,
Ou il n'y a plus que vide et silence.
La doucement elle peut enfin s'etendre
Sur le sable fin, gris des fonds marins
Et la, attendre immobile, apprivoiser sa peine,
Si grande qu'elle ne peut plus ni pleurer,
Ni bouger.
Sa peine si grande,
que l'ocean meme ne peut la contenir
Sa peine si grande,
Qu'elle menace de l'ensevelir.
Sa peine, qui va oui, la faire mourir,
Doucement, tranquillement,
Au fond de l'ocean,
Pendant que le Coeur de Josephine reste a battre et a hurler dans des cieux sans pitie.

The two angels

In a land of deep fog
Two angels strayed and lost their way
The mist, the wind and the cold,
Took hold of their slight ethereal bodies,
And kept them lost, in a land of deep fog.
They cried and tried their utmost to be brave
And to take flight again
But the adverse conditions, contrary elements,
Won : they never found their way home.
Instead they took abode on Earth
In a land of deep fog and ghosts.

There, the two angels met.
Only one recognised the other
'You are my soul'
Said one to the other
He was not heard
'You are my world'
Said one to the other
He was not heard

Thus, one angel lost the other
And in a land of deep fog and despair
Each went sadly their own way
Unrecognised, in disguise,
For ever unreunited
For ever separated
Till the day
They died.