All was taken away from you: white dresses,
wings, even existence.
Yet I believe you,
There, where the world is turned inside out,
a heavy fabric embroidered with stars and beasts,
you stroll, inspecting the trustworthy seems.
Short is your stay here:
now and then at a matinal hour, if the sky is clear,
in a melody repeated by a bird,
or in the smell of apples at close of day
when the light makes the orchards magic.
They say somebody has invented you
but to me this does not sound convincing
for the humans invented themselves as well.
The voice — no doubt it is a valid proof,
as it can belong only to radiant creatures,
weightless and winged (after all, why not?),
girdled with the lightening.
I have heard that voice many a time when asleep
and, what is strange, I understood more or less
an order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue:
day draw near
do what you can.
Happy New Year!!!!
Happy New Year!! ~
Words touching & paintings beautiful!
yay! so happy you enjoyed it 🙂 xxo
Beautiful!!!!!! Well done! Loved it, and I Love your style
thank you kindly~ so happy you enjoyed it 🙂 ~
Beautiful painting. Nice writing.
thank you, I agree with you. This poem is lovely and I really recommend his other pieces of poetry 🙂