Que reste-t-il ...

Que reste-t-il de nos amours

qu'un cheval blanc aux ailes d'argent

se dissolvant en bleu profond

d'un ciel d'automne sans souci

Que reste-t-il de nos amours

que ce coffret sacré du cœur

où le soleil se couche en or

sur l'océan des souvenirs

Que reste-t-il de nos rèves verts

de pâturages plein de fleurs frêles

caressées par le main du vent

qui souffle de l'ouest lointain

Il reste toujours la flamme d'une rose

enracinée en plein désir

Que reste-t-il que pur amour.

if you forget me

if you forget me

maybe the moon peeks

from an opening

hemmed by silver clouds

illuminating the temple

sheltered in a deep forest

of ancient beeches and oaks

where the roses grow wild

where timelessness burns

and a phial keeps light

of the moon and the stars.

(for D.)

#228

even after sunset

a nacreous cloud keeps floating

high in the sea of dusk

a cog laden with light

filling the lofts of night

with memories of honey.

december rose

 

in darkened times when leaf and twig went brittle

your sun is brightening gloomy days

inconspicuously against the silhouette of year's demise

keep shining, little rose

preserve the scent of summer

keep shining, little rose

another spring shall come.

#226

in the hour of late dusk

night draws the curtain

sky and sea melt into dark

of indiscernible horizons


softly the waves of tarnished silver

spill into memory

curling the coast of heart


remnants of western light

unfurl to floral glimmers

of thorn and blood and root.

(for D.)

beyond the reach of time

 nobody's gaze

could ever pierce my heart

like yours

the string that binds us

is resounding in vibration

of celestial harmonies.

(for D.)

#224

a spark came falling

from the sea of stars

into the pond of quiet

warm waters glimmering

translucent in the light of eve

from lavender depths

growing a lotus star

in sparkling willow light

engulfed by wavelets soft and tender

at night a moon arose

from the cradle of the floating bloom

carrying the incense

of eternal embers.

(for D.)

how love persists

how love persists

in the softness of a feathered evening sky

in the song of breezes tangled in the lakeside reed

in a silent flower swaying in the chords of grass

it keeps on glowing

in the faint silver over sea 

where sky and waters melt 

into a forlorn vastness.

#222

walk in my garden

on the enchanted path of green

where trees entwine their twigs waving in moonlight

find your way

to the hidden pool amid the thickets

behold your own reflection in the silver arc

of waters quietly sparkling

where wild lilies spread the fragrance

of deepest sources.

(for D.)

#221

she sings sweet melodies
from warm elysian fields
scented with spray from sea,
seaweed and salt of vastness

the long-stemmed grass
sways in the rhythm of the wind
learning the ocean's sound
down to the soil-bound roots

late in the purple veil of dusk
a silken butterfly
pursues the pollen of the moon.

(for D.)

#220

night at the coast

wind from the sea

passing the cherry tree

blooming for some short springtide

my gaze roams darkened depths

widespread without a shore

unfathomable unknown

beneath the starless dome

only in farthest haze

remains a lighthouse faint

remembrance of her smile

in a cherry blossom garden.

(for D.)

on the verge of spring

 

dream

we are living on an island

beyond the confines of this world

lush and green and peaceful

where the streams flow ceaselessly

translucent wavelets turning sunlight

into jade, copper, aquamarine

spilling into pools

of quiet reverie at day

and elvish giggles during night

the moon, born from the sea

silently watches over crest and vale

over the peace of dreams and creatures

filling our days with harmony

vespertine breezes waft in sighs

and rains fall only softly

into the whispers of the sea

in gleaming rhythm on our sunset beach. 

#217

quiet is the night
when the eyes of each home dimmed
when on the fir-clad valley's ground

the dark stream lies in slumber

rare is the night

when the snow drifts in a soundless flight

when a gentle hand sows feathers

on earth's countenance

deep are the dreams

in which the frozen ponds immerse

spun in a silk of crystal moonlight

woven in elvish lands

sweet is the dawn

when a golden sun awakes

into a peaceful pristine morn.

winter (2)

beneath the snow, a flower

dreaming a mirthful spring

beyond the clouds, a star

shining from deep within.

flame

 

some say

sunset is only light

in colours purple, red and tangerine

melting the sky into the sea

weaving a dream into our soul

so that at night a star will flourish

some say

that light is transitory

a firefly in a blink

but i know of spring

of life's eternal cycle

of the radiance in your soul —

that you too are light.

(for D.)

winter

bearing these dull days
when clouds conceal the light
last brittle leaves cling to dried twigs

at night the vantablack
of silence between cold stars
reflected in a void of snow

the wells lie frozen
beneath the shadowed forest
holding the weight of winter in its branches

only from deep within
a light sings from lost summer
of flowers unfading upon tender grass.

the melancholy gold of autumn

when the last leaf has fallen

summer becomes

a memory only.

#212

 inside a cloth of clouds

the moon conceals herself

soft snow of tiny stars

falls gently in his calyx

the roots still blooming

beneath the autumn's foliage.

(for D.)

#211

there is no end to love

which is molten into veins of earth

which glistens even on a forlorn river

which falls and unfurls in life's circle

which lives in dreams of long ago

there is no end to love

which abides silently in frost

to await the kiss of a new spring sun

which dwells in sacred halls

as long as sunsets burn.

(for D.)