Haven

What you cannot express

(your feelings

and your dreams)

remains clad in silence and secret

for a long time 

that seems everlasting

but one day very easily

everything comes out under the sun

and your pen

(echoes like sighs

and words like celestial music

of newly composed symphonies)

and this suddenly starts a tide of tears

that breaks against the cliffs

of oblivion and fear

and you remember that undoubtedly

once you were a child

and you believed 

the world to be a safe haven

Claude Lopez-Ginisty