Chapter 13.   22/02/2023

The warmth of my lyrics reflect

The light of my spirit

I never liked when my pen slipt

No one liked when my thoughts slept

 

Sing your part of the gospel

When the storm will be over

We will still be behind the doors

Praying for our saviour, our lord

 

It might bring you to confusion

But it’s not about the conditions

If I keep confessing

We are lucky, all blessed

 

The countless times when I thought

Brought me to a conclusion

Home is a fraction of time

Might also call it a caption

 

 

                                                                       ?

 

It can be anywhere

It depends on everyone,

Somewhere you just feel safe.

You can recognise the perfume

Among a thousand.

Even blind you could visualize

Each object, each detail.

Here, problems disappear.

It is a place you cannot forget,

It is part of your life

For now, and always.

You could go all over the world,

But in the end,

You just want to be home.

 

 

 

                                                    Where? There.

 

My base, my favourite place,

There I spent my nights and days.

There is where my inner child stays,

In front of a mirror observing her face,

Wondering what’s time and what’s space;

Stunned by its pattern and pace.

 

Her heart is full of rooms,

Constantly waiting for people to visit and stay

All of the doors are locked she assumes?

As she watches everyone go away.

 

Oh, how the hours, days, years go by;

Under the starry sky

She cannot lie,

She wants to cry!

She lies down to the floor, she can’t say bye,

Looking at the stars she keeps her head high;

 

Loving that place so much,

There is where she digs her grave and dies.

 

 

 

 

 

A unique area of land

Claimed to be your own

Neither opposed nor challenged by others

A place of rest and comfort

 

Those twinkling lights in the gloom

A refuge from the storm

The pitter patter of the deluge

Safely imprisoned behind walls

 

The origins of many memories

With friends, family and more

A protection from the challenges of life

A place where you can lie down and sigh a sigh of relief

 

They come in many different shapes and sizes

But all share a common purpose

Many of us envy others

And we take what we are given

 

A unique area of land

Claimed to be your own

Neither opposed nor challenged by others

A place of rest and comfort

 

 

Snails

I am a snail.

Free and volatile

the most personal part of an individual

hidden behind my face, my lips, teeth, eyes

is home, Mind

 

From chaos to peace over again

translator of the heart

to the earth I will carry you

searching for solutions

in the world of answers

a welter of us choosing a Shell.

 

 

Miss you

the moon rises, bright and beautiful,

its cold light embracing my skin

is reminiscent of our union

during those summer nights.

 

the stars are shivering,

showing our glimmering memories.

I hear you laughing,

I see you smiling.

 

the skies are crying,

the souls are dying

as you are screaming :

« I miss you ! »

 

and I do too.

 

 

 

 

For me it used to be a place,

Where the summer birds whistle softly.

It was a safe place of slow pace.

 

For me, it is a type of pray

Of acceptance and happiness

For all the long monotone days.

 

For me it will always be something,

That reassures and helps me to keep,

My head out of water, during the cold winters.

 

I know that it won’t be easy

In the future to feel as it was, it is and i hope, will be,

But the time when I feel lovely,

Is not over, in my dream.