Daily Archives: February 25, 2024

DANS LES OMBRES PROFONDES

Dans l’ombre profonde a lieu le requiem,
Deux amants se rencontrent là où la douleur tourbillonne.

Leurs murmures se mêlent aux tintements des échos,
Dans une plainte silencieuse, leurs cœurs se consolent.

Lui : « Chaque note, mon amour, un plaidoyer si clair,
Pour les âmes des défunts, versons une larme.”

Elle : « Dans l’étreinte de la douleur, nous trouvons notre situation difficile,
Mais ensemble, nous surmonterons la nuit. »

Lui : « A chaque couplet chanté, un soupir nostalgique,
Aux âmes à la dérive, nous disons au revoir. »

Elle : « Et pourtant dans cette obscurité, mon amour, on voit,
Une lueur d’espoir, pour vous et moi.”

Lui : « Le requiem peint l’étreinte de notre amour,
Dans les mélodies de la douleur, nous trouvons la grâce. »

Elle : ” Alors dansons au milieu de la douleur,
Notre amour, la lumière la plus brillante du requiem. »

Lui : « Dans ce requiem nos cœurs s’entrelacent,
À travers les épreuves de la vie, ta main dans la mienne. »

Elle : « Ensemble, nous affronterons ce que la douleur accumule,
Dans ce requiem d’amour nos âmes dormiront.”

[English]

IN SHADOWS DEEP

In shadows deep, the requiem unfurls,
Two lovers meet where sorrow whirls.

Their whispers blend with echoes’ toll,
In quiet lament, their hearts console.

He: “Each note, my love, a plea so clear,
For souls departed, we shed a tear.”

She: “In sorrow’s embrace, we find our plight,
But together, we’ll conquer the night.”

He: “With each verse sung, a longing sigh,
For souls adrift, we bid goodbye.”

She: “Yet in this darkness, love, we see,
A glimmer of hope, for you and me.”

He: “The requiem paints our love’s embrace,
In melodies of sorrow, we find grace.”

She: “So let us dance amidst the woe,
Our love, the requiem’s brightest glow.”

He: “In this requiem, our hearts entwine,
Through life’s trials, your hand in mine.”

She: “Together we’ll face what sorrows reap,
In this requiem of love, our souls shall sleep.”

:: 02.25.2024 ::


The Sweet Hand

Upon the silent deck I stood,
No breeze to stir the air.
Beneath the heavens’ mirrored hood,
A restless soul laid bare.

I shut my eyes and whispered low,
To conjure gentle breath,
To fill my sails and bid them grow,
Across the sea’s wide breadth.

Soft whispers swirled, the glassy sea,
In waking dreams, I lay.
A lover’s voice, it called to me,
“Roll over,” did it say.

The name, a breeze within my ear,
Strange, yet clear as day.
“Mistral,” it spoke, drawing near,
In its wild, untamed way.

Though oft I held the helm with might,
I yielded to its charm.
It spun me ’round in endless night,
With naught but its sweet harm.

To mountains high, it promised flight,
Where beauty knows no end.
“Mistral,” it sang, a siren’s light,
My steadfast course to bend.

Through endless watches, I await,
That breeze to set me free.
To whisk me back, ere it’s too late,
To where my heart finds glee.

And on the waves, I breathe your name,
Across the empty span.
You’ve made of me a dreamer, tame,
In Mistral’s wild, sweet hand.

:: 02.24.2024 ::


WONDER WONDERFULLY

Sometimes I forget
that I’m alive
in this vast universe
i strive to thrive
And within moments of doubt
I lose my way
But then I remember
to seize the day

My heart beats on
in rhythm and rhyme
guiding me through
this passage of time
I think, I feel
I embrace the unknown
In the ebb and flow
Of life’s grand cyclone

How wonderful life is
Within its complexity
Within pain and joy
Within perfect harmony
Amidst the chaos
I find my serenity
In the beauty of existence
In all its divinity

I converse with the greats
Picasso and Dickinson
Their words resonate
With wisdom within
In their art and verse
I find solace and truth
A reflection of my beliefs
In the journey of truth

For the world cannot show me
All that I perceive
In the depths of my soul
Where dreams interweave
So I wander and wonder
In this grand design
Embracing the mystery
Of this life of mine.

:: 02.24.2024 ::