Bulle de Savon

Une bulle de savon flotte dans les airs,

Mon regard s’y reposant -

Je fléchi face à ce jeu d’escrime d’une beauté venue des abîmes.

De l’autre côté je t’y retrouve,

Me regardant, me scrutant.

La bulle bien que petite, altère ton image,

L’émerveillement est total dans ce déphasage temporel.

Nous voilà face à face.

Derrière ton regard reluisant,

Signe de sagacité iconoclaste –

Mon cœur trépidant,

Se sent de part sa naïveté chaste.

Le monde autour de nous n’est plus

Qu’un jaune sans texture,

Une salle sans augure.

Une âme en soi.

Je viens à toi.

Je m’anéanti pour toi.

Sourit car soumis je suis…

11 Mars 2002

The owl

Garden of sensual light, a land of sensorial delight.

Quiver for a gentle wind, an arrow as gust that freshens and binds.

Sound in the night, beckoned by the owl,

Keeper of the heights, lord in his vow.

Listen to this whirlwind of words,

Quenching a king’s thirst for idioms and absolution.

Grab this tense horde,

A cradle for reality messing with regression.

This is a place, where no king shall wear this name,

For the owl, keeper of these heights is lord

Upon his vow.

12 July 2001

Oceans

Countless oceans bound in one tear.

The same that everyone fear.

Free yourself into my arms,

Accept this peregrination.

Free yourself from this unsolved jigsaw,

Let me hold you into this frantic dive.

Countless oceans bound in one tear.

The same falling drop that everyone hear.

See the sunshine through this quivering mirror,

Listen to the serenade of a never ending fall.

    12 July 2001