My heart at dawn
soundlessly breaking;
in the forest
a swoosh of leaves,
and the song of a bird
that spent the night
searching for its nest.
~
In a blind world
I press my poem
to the wound of the sky
~
All the poetry I wrote
and you did not read
I’ll burn and blow,
fireflies in the night.
~
The sun has set;
of one cloth are weaved
my soul and the sky’s.
~
The sun,
blood red as it sinks;
my heart a coal
of untamed desire.
~
I live alone
at the edge of dawn
and no one
save a poem and a bird
comes to knock on my door.
~
Her and me –
the two wings of a bird gliding
in the silence of dawn.
~
I think of you the way silence spreads through the bosom of the night.
~
In the wave of his longing
she slept,
a leaf folded
in the silence of the sky.
~
My life,
little absences
converging
in the great heart
of the sea.
My life,
a great absence,
a thin ink line
of fading poetry.
~
J’ai beaucoup vie dans ton ombre. Je brille de ta lumière.
~
Trying to forget her whom I never met.
~
The aura of her light
enticing me to touch her
with the ray of poetry
~
Somewhere
in a secret place of her heart
I once loved,
I once lost.
