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

Dance your life away

Dance these days

of sweet youthful tempo

in the ballroom of the past

the concert is empty though

the orchestra is gone

but the music remains in your mind

a smile like a scar on your face

you can imagine

that life will always

save the last dance for you

you were sentenced 

to several years of nostalgia

with but the possible cure

of deadly oblivion

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

He

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Strong in his beliefs

he passed by life

like a humble pilgrim

redeeming time with eternity

and forgiving offenses

as if they were dewdrops

on a Summer morning

One day he ended up

in a very strange land

where people had replaced their soul

with money and power

it takes a great man

to ignore curses

and a poor one

to know the value of holiness

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

Words

Clad in their self-proclaimed importance

they talked vainly

believing their words 

to be of utter importance

for their bored to tears listeners

the latter

their soul yawning inside

wished they had earlids

to escape the mortal trance

of these insane chatterboxes

outside the conference room

in the true real world

of ordinary people

the rate of exchange of lilies and roses

remained the same

and the sun the moon 

and the stars

remained the same

and the silence that followed their speeches

sounded like a blessed symphony

Claude Lopez-Ginisty