Mon Âme

This poem describes my zen, and is written for a woman with whom this would never happen in this reality. The French lines are taken from Paul Verlaine's "Clair de lune".

Today
My paysage choisi

Is you-
With me-

On my old porch swing
On a mild summer Sunday.

You reach
For my hand-
And I hear the song

De l'amour vainqueur...

The wind whispers
Through the trees,
And the birds-

They echo the song
In my heart
As your head
Assumes its stately throne
Upon my shoulder-

We are one
With the world
As we sit together.

The swing cradles us,
And the pushes
Of my feet
Become
As a machine-

As if the birds,
The trees,
The sun,
The wind,
The love that we share
Are all
Tapping-
Tapping-
Tapping
The swing's rhythm
Into my heartbeat.

Outside I am silent.
Inside I sing.

We say nothing,
But we understand everything-

On that old porch swing
On that mild summer Sunday.

Author's Note

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