Exile/流亡

With all your hopes gone

you can stop moaning

and live on

the mere logic of days and night

will become your liturgy

until you enter

the tomb of time

no words can soothe your pain

the minute you realize

that you are not everlasting

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

The soul of my dreams

The soul of my dreams

boarded my nights

towards the soft evening

of a distant ocean

books read

whose authors I loved or hated

have covered the beaches

with unforeseen tides

the garden of delights

matured its fruit

under the blonde sun

of my fancy

on a friendly bank

and up there

 in the sky

as a moving lighthouse

filled with sweet music

a lark suddenly melted

in a blue cloud

and it never came back

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Fake

In a world of make believe

your surprised your foes

by accepting them

for what they pretended to be

you let them imagine

that their uselessness

was but an important ornament

of their petty lives

masking their void

with a garment of mist

they smiled at you

satisfied with your complacency

and flattered by your acceptance

and you left then happy

for no reason at all

in your gardens you sometimes have

a bindweed that imagines

that it is a rose

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Exil/Exile/流亡

You never gave me any reason

to give up the sweet harmony

of words and thoughts and tears

let my eyes water

the landscapes I love

and the dark places I fear

take a break

from the unforgettable plans

that were to change your life 

into a social nightmare

and an acceptable ordeal

in the heart of silence

an immense hope has come up

denying all kinds of dawns

and pressing your soul to accept

the meaningful fate of roses

you then defined all deaths

because in your wisdom

you see a light

that overcomes all your petty darkness

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

They came unnoticed

They came unnoticed

between night and day

clad in clouds and mist

and their presence hushed down

by the tender whisper

of the rain on the pond

nobody saw them

except a young child in his slumber

who pointed at them and smiled

a smile of hope and melody

when a lightning flashed in the air

half of their figures appeared

silver bodies that passed by

on the edge of a slippery path

you sensed their presence

but like a hound dog

you stopped moving at once

meaning your soul to abide

by the mystery of their visitation

and the testimony of their frailty

next you fell asleep

and when you woke up

rainbows were on sale

Claude Lopez-Ginisty