Becoming February

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Opus

Written under the stars

The
Words
Land
Like flakes upon the snow

As notes in

Dolce

SI
SOL
SOL
MI
RE
SI

One phrase
An all or nothing
Two leaves from the same branch
A solo for two

SI
DO
RE
SOL
SI
LA
SOL

As light as five feathers
They become

FA
SOL
RE
MI
DO

Caresses, music and wind
All is lightness
All is you
Earth, fire and ice

And I become

FA
SOL
RE
MI
DO

An Andante

As the night
Unfolds

Saturday, March 5, 2011

... Into the Dawn ...

AURORA BOREALIS

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                                                  Buzzes and hums
                                                Buzzes and hums
                                              In the depth of night

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Curving lights
Will unfold a
Heart-shaped
Origami

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                       Buzzes and hums
                        Buzzes and hums
                          Buzzes and hums

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                       Above the ocean

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                       My head will hush

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                       And my eyes will close
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To dream of you

Friday, March 4, 2011

AU DETOUR D'UN VILLAGE

Under the Willow Tree

My head rests on gray granite
Warmed by the pale summer sun
While, sitting on a step, you're chiseling words to remember you by

I can see the wind
In your hair
I can see the weight
I can't lift off your shoulders

There are things one must do on one's own

You could have told me

If I had listened

Instead I sang

I'd rather be
Lying with you in the shade
Of a willow tree

Only the garden in disarray
Remembers the echoes
Of children laughter
The quarrels of two lovers
The crowd came to hear

Long after the dancers were gone
They hummed love songs late into the night

The house of yesteryear still smells of smoke and wheat and mint and sweat
And dust

Your words of wisdom
Came from
A clear globe full of strange water
Your passion contained therein

Making sense of the world
You could have said

Learn to be loved
For love is a great white bird that can fly away

If only I had listened

Instead I kept on singing

I'd rather be
Lying with you in the shade
Of a willow tree

Thirst

ESSENCE

Toi,  tu deviens terre
Sur laquelle je me couche.
Pour mieux te sentir.
Capturer ta fraîcheur.
Ta senteur vive.
Ton essence.
Où je laboure la glaise de mes doigts.
Où  je racle de mes ongles cassés ton sol durci de sécheresse et d'oubli.

Où je deviendrai eau
Par laquelle je suis.
Ruisseau, rivière, torrent,
Fleuve ou affluent.
Dont tu boiras chaque goutte,
Qui imprègnera chaque recoin
De ton mystère.

Enfin,
Nous serons arbres, fleurs, fruits, herbe, feuilles.
Nous serons un.
Sous les étoiles.
Sous la lune.
Sous le soleil.
Sous ce ciel.
Que, déjà,  nous partageons.

Ensemble.