visage dans le miroir
April 30, 2019between the quest and the star of hopes
between the mind and the dissipating reflection in the mirror
the cradle of dreams arches high, a vision of worlds yet to come -
a music in different keys, flashes of light, waves of love,
territories yet uncharted, a journey (necessary) -
yes, you must know by now there are
no easy solutions,
no simple denouement to this story;
choices, attitudes, a merry-go-round of
blessings and little joys spinning in the mist,
in the dark corridor between your thoughts
and le mur des lamentations.
you cannot touch them or count them;
can’t you see how pain
slices open the hours
a row of gutted fish in a sunday market?
are you still looking for truth?
go away, leave,
spread your wings inward and
let your clumsy flight slash your heart:
butterfly trapped in a bottle…