Enfance

Donne-moi la main

Sautons à reculons

Jusqu'au fossé

De notre mémoire.

Dans ces jours dorés

A regarder le soleil

Derrière les rideaux

A manger des tartines

Les yeux pleins du cadeau

Tout ce temps devant nous

Notre peau un peu trop grande

A remplir peu à peu

Des bosses que donne l'âge

Mais tout cela si loin

Maintenant juste rire

Penser au père Noël

Ecouter des chansons

Et dépenser nos vies

De la meilleure des manières

Heureux et insouciants.

Nous Etions Là (pour le projet "I Was Here")

Assise sur le rebord de la table
J’écouterai les moineaux et la touterelle

L’absence comme un diaporama
Le passé étalé comme du beurre sur une tartine

A relire comme ses paumes erraflées
A remonter de l’eau comme un poisson qui mord

Un sourire, un frisson,
L’empreinte chaude d’une vieille main dans la nôtre

Attends encore un peu
Cela revient

Les jours se mêleront dans une grande embrassade
Et la lumière viendra cueillir le silence sur les meubles

Et je vous reverrai dans chacun de ces objets
Qui racontent les gestes, le mouvement des vivants

Je reverrai vos coeurs dans chacun de ces objets
Qui racontent les goûts insensés des vivants

Je parlerai de vous avec chaque photo
Vous tirerai de la sourde ouatte de l’oubli

Je répèterai vos noms
Debout là comme une preuve

Que vous étiez
Que nous étions tous là.

The art of being alive

The art of being alive

The fear of the blank page

To be started in screams and tears

The chaotic fight of becoming one.

Understanding what it is to be human

And accept the curse of knowledge.

Remain humble amongst the creatures of this pageant.

Push our rock uphill

Over and over again.

Looking for the elusive other

Understanding what it is to be human

And accept the incurable loneliness

Hang on to a stranger's hand

To share the load uphill

Over and over again.

It's really just a work of labour,

Tears, fear and a lot of love

The art of being alive

The art of being human.

Fog

A godly sight
As I look down
Cold witness of a ghostly world
Caught in the mouth of the monster
The nothingness before
The nothingness after

A pale absence covering all things
Canceling contours and erasing hills
Taking away all substance
From this world clinging on
To its transient reality.
A floating wisp resisting the annihilation
Just like a fading memory.

Universe

The whole of the sky
Is looking at you
The ancient oceans
Keep rolling their waves
Upon silent shores
Of star-born pebbles
And of consumed bones.

The echo of the hills
Stretching up and lying down
On the horizon line
The soil and dust and sand
The water and the wind
The stillness of the ages
Through the dance of the tides
The ocean machine
The heartbeat of a God.
 

The mad waltz of the Moon
Around our little rock
Our little home spinning
Shaking and tipping us at times
Into the darkness and the frost
Of an unknown infinity
Another trip around the Sun
Mere unrecordable
Celestial brevity.
   
All this going on around you
Your little dramas and sorrows
And to the day you join it all
Again
Your puny spark of selfishness
And desperate individuality
Finally blown away

So you can humbly return
To be a part of
The universe.

Hold Me

Hold me.
Like some driftwood after the wreck
Like a parachute
A candle in darkness.

Hold me.
Like a balloon on your birthday
Like a promise to a child
A promise to the dead.

Hold me.
Close enough for our hearts to touch

And hum and sing to the same song
And silence our enemies Time and Space...

Hold on.

 

Please just hold on to love.

Insects

Weigh your worth before the eternal beauty of the Universe
Bow and kneel and beg to let you exist a little longer
Insignificant speck of stardust, barely a breath
In the scale of Time and Space and other things bigger
Than our puny little minds and desperate little gestures.

Horizon

Some bones are better left quiet
Untouched by noisy memories
Unshaken by our pining life
Just to be forgotten

Because soon we'll be dust clouds
Undressed of our skin and scars
And heavy brain and leaking heart
Ashes somewhere unseen

In silence
Joining the layers
Making up the line
Of the horizon.

Being Human

Remember the days the horizon

Was but a hair from your head and the sky

A gentle mouth from above

Kissing your brow.

The sea and the waves used to mirror your fears

A delightful crescendo of things

Too big, too deep, too human to handle

Crashing on your brain, crushing the illusion

Of peace within.

I remember the days your skin was a wall

To scratch and hit to try and peer through

A box, a shroud, a promise of loneliness

Forever anonymity and silence.

Remember the days your hands and your heart

Could speak not in words but in a stronger tongue

And it made you bleed, and it made you smile

And it made your life worth the strife

And it made your life worth being that short spark 

Sprung from darkness, thrown again into dark

Bright but for a breath in the cold loneliness

Of being a human, a temporary work of art.

Oath

I promise I'll forget
About the skull under my face

The eternity after me
The presence of the absent

The oblivion to which my name
Is bound and imminent

And who I am in my body
Forever to be encased.