jeudi 15 août 2013

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