You and me anew
A gift for all eternity
Our beautiful child

It’s been a long way
to reach the kingdom from far away.
Many losses were forfeited on the road
and even if they weighted a lot, not many were more than a superficial load.

The path to true happiness
cannot be reach without losing oneself:
there is indeed no easiness
in reaching out of the delf.

But is there a better reward
than being alive forever?
If love is the award
who will hesitate, ever?

Even if much remains to be done
for us both to write using a new tone
the music of our future family life,
I will always walk by your side, humming in harmony with you, my wife.

Written while listening to Erin McCarley’s song, It’s Not That Easy

De ce chalet perdu, je garde tendrement
Tous mes vieux souvenirs: une cloche de vache,
Un beau fer à cheval, la forêt qui se fâche,
Du limpide ruisseau, le gai roucoulement.

Pendant de longs moments, j’aimais à contempler
Ses murs blanchis de chaux, son bois de poutre pleine
Et son toit de bardeaux et sa belle fontaine
Où venait le troupeau pour longtemps s’abreuver.

Ce soir en m’endormant, j’ai bien cru la revoir,
La maison qui a fait, petite et chaleureuse,
Le bonheur des étés de mon enfance heureuse.
Mais ce temps est passé: je pleure dans le noir.

Je suis aussi vieille que le monde
Et je mange vos rêves depuis le début des temps

Je rends vos réussites amères
Je donne à vos victoires le goût du sang

Je transforme vos joies en défaites
Je donne à vos sourires un accent grinçant

Je transforme votre quotidien en routine
Je donne à votre honnêteté un rien d’hypocrisie

Je suis aussi inséparable de vous que le meilleur de vous-mêmes
Je pourris tout ce que je touche et vous le mangez avec gloutonnerie

Je suis ancré au plus profond de vous
Dans ce cœur que vous croyez inatteignable
Je suis vous
Et je suis votre faim

Si vous succombez à mes délices
Vous transformerez votre cœur de chair en cœur de pierre
Vous me deviendrez semblable
Et je serais votre fin

Bathed by the moonlight,
Caressed by the cold night breeze,
He simply feels anew
A rose growing from his heart.

Hearing the music from the sky
Feeling the warmth from inside
He knows he is not alone anymore
A rose growing from his heart.

He stays silent, looking down at the earth
Eyes shut, starring into his heart
His happiness witnessed by God alone
A rose growing from its heart.

He feels complete at last
A woman’s hand in his own
The beloved woman he received
Who is growing a rose in his heart.

To my wife… The engagement poem she never received… until now

The beast was there, proud of its strength
Tail, body and a toothless mouth
Without heart or remorse
The beast was there, lengthening his neck.

The beast was there, eating around
With a roaring sound coming from its entrails
Without mercy or conscience
The beast was there, swallowing dust.

Where the sand is white like a veil left on our sorrows,
Where the sea is beautiful like a flower grown from our hopes,
Where the sun is bright like a lighthouse built from our love

The birds were our witnesses, the stones our pillows and the wind our music

I missed you.

Why wanting to be more than human?

There is no wound that can’t be healed
There is no body that can stay un-scarred

Why wanting to be alone?

There is no fear that can’t be overcome
There is no sin that has to remain forever

Why wanting to be less than what we can be?

There is always a place where we are welcome
There will always be a helpful hand where the end arises

Why wanting to leave so soon?

There is no little thing that does not contain a parcel of infinity
There is no instant of life that does not contain all eternity

Why not live?

the darkness of the soul
the regret of the undone
the bitterness of the loss
the tears of wrath
the smile of pride

shall not pass

the spark of light deep in the heart
the adventure of what remains to be done
the hope in the life to come
the tears of joy
the smile of the humble

because I am the guardian of my love
because I am the keeper of the fire

And I know the dusk always follows the night

… and the sun rises.

the clouds were our home
the sky our roads
the stars our friends
the lightning our bedside lamp
the rumble of thunder our love song
the night our bed
the moon our dream
the sun our hope…

Would it really be different?