In the night
through the morn
Speaking tongues
with fingers bright
Crimson nails
clicking unseen boards
hearts beating
in shades cotton
and wool
Eyes sapphire and sorrel
sage and slate
smiles all the same
for the sparkling beat
needs no translation
when the words
flow from red to black
from flame to flame
in the heat of cold night
Love knows
Dawn or Dusk too
standing watch
sentinels wise
in the ways of Neptune and Mars
a force beyond shores
a force beyond wild stars (wars)
Say today
Say tomorrow
Yell to the sun
Yell upon the yoke
but I hear you not
for what I know
comes another way
Smiles unseen
smiled
Kisses unsheathed
kissed
Hands upheld
laced
Toes unsocked
traced
Tell me Sir
how do you wine
the grape yet grown
and Tell me Sir
how do you cry
the child not divine
For angels I say
nay
For angels I shout
nein
For angels Are you
to me (and mine; mien)
I need not time
I need not space
nor food or water
for these traps
where one comes
another and another
But my soul
thou dearest one
needs neither nor
Love knows
I would say what can't be said
and I would yell what can't be shouted
as birds would fly underwater
and fish dance upon the air
because, my dear
Love knows
10 comments:
That this picture is beautiful! and the accompanying text is so beautiful too!
Image delicate, sensual, full of warmth, love and well-being!
By looking at it one feels transported… By reading you it is the voyage which is achieved… Across the dreams, across the nights, across absorbed worlds.
It does not have enough words on the keyboard of the language to express all that I feel.
Thank you Trée, for this pleasant moment!
Que cette image est belle ! et le texte qui l'accompagne est si beau aussi !
Image délicate, sensuelle, emplie de chaleur, d'amour et de bien-être! En la regardant on se sent transportés... en vous lisant c'est le voyage qui s'accomplit... Au bout des rêves, au bout des nuits, au bout des mondes engloutis.
Il n'existe pas assez de mots sur le clavier du langage pour exprimer tout ce que je ressens.
Merci Trée, pour cet agréable moment!
Pierre, vous êtes ici, je suis pas sûr si vous êtes sage ou
l'ardoise, ou de saphir ou de l'oseille. :-D
Comme toujours, vos paroles sont appréciés plus que je sais comment
à dire. Merci beaucoup.
Pierre, you are here, I'm just not sure if you are sage or slate, or sapphire or sorrel. :-D
As always, your kind words are appreciated more than I know how to say. Thank you very much.
What could I be well?
Just a small feather, light and savage, which deposits a few words from the heart to artist poet you are!;)
Que pourrais-je bien être ?
Juste une petite plume, légère et sauvage qui dépose quelques mots à l'artiste poète que vous êtes! ;)
Un mot gentil est une force au-delà de côtes et au-delà des guerres. J'ai l'impression que votre pouvoir. Je me sens dans mon coffre. Je me sens dans mes reins. Je me sens dans mes doigts au chaud. Je me sens dans ma langue humide.
A word, a thought, a glance, a gesture, it's a heart which speaks, a heart which saw, a heart which likes… And it's the heart of this small savage feather…;)
Un mot, une pensée, un regard, un geste, c'est un coeur qui parle, un coeur qui vit, un coeur qui aime... Et c'est le coeur de cette petite plume sauvage...
Le coeur, je vois dans vos belles paroles est un coeur, je voudrais savoir mieux, un coeur, je tiens à rompre le pain et le vin et part découvrir les paysages des draps propres. ;-)
I love Pierre's words By reading you it is the voyage which is achieved… Across the dreams, across the nights, across absorbed worlds. That is how one feels, sent out into the starry night on a magic carpet, the rest of the world far down below, going about their business, unheard, unseen, all that exists in the moment are the words that have been written, the images created in the mind, the force of feeling roused, a dream-like state, blissfully serene and pleasing, they flow, caress. Tone so soft and assured, lulling with conviction, stripping away insignificance, and I hear myself wanting to quote CC once again, the passage that speaks of milking away the day's stresses, for as it dips, touches the source, attempting to describe how these words are felt becomes impossible and so I would compare it to a sigh of release, where expert kneading has yielded a state of complete tranquility. Lovelier than can be said.
That you can still quote verse and line from a chapter written more than 38 months ago amazes me. Those were fun times and I do remember the night I penned that very first chapter, with no thought it would be anything other than one image and a few paragraphs. How these things work is a mystery and amazing in hindsight. Thank you for being a part of the journey, each and every step of the way. :-)
That is such a freedom loving angel spirit!
Mona, I count you among my angels. :-)
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