Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy ~ Guillaume Apollinaire
have been lost
I lean out my window
Let the scent
of the flowers
in my room
mingle with the magic
of the the flowing river
and the purple heather
in the distance.
Surely this is
dreams are made of.
And even when
I open my eyes
to find I am
still in my bed
in a small room
without a view
without the heather
without the river
I know my dreams
are alive and well
and living in my heart
and my sleeping adventures.
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
~ an Eskimo proverb
Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it. ~Jacques Prévert
I have seen
I have felt
The earth is waking up
A bit of green sprouting
here and everywhere I look
Blossoms on fruit trees
Blubs magically erupting
from the still cold ground
promising warmth and colour
My camelias are blooming
yesterday I buried my nose in them
and almost forgot
forgot to listen to the screaming
fearful voices in my head
Today is cloudy, cold and watchful
Looking out my kitchen window
On a day with so little light
so little heart
I can see bright yellow daffodils
like small flower faeries waving
singing the earth into a state of calm.
Darkness outside. Inside, the radio’s prayer -
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.
LXXXVIII From: ‘Cien sonetos de amor’
March days return with their covert light
and huge fish swim through the sky,
vague earthly vapours progress in secret,
things slip to silence one by one.
Through fortuity, at this crisis of errant skies,
you reunite the lives of the sea to that of fire,
grey lurchings of the ship of winter
to the form that love carved in the guitar.
O love, O rose soaked by mermaids and spume,
dancing flame that climbs the invisible stairway,
to waken the blood in insomnia’s labyrinth,
so that the waves can complete themselves in the sky,
the sea forget its cargoes and rages,
and the world fall into darkness’s nets.