Vision

The love fireflies that I so loved

like birds of the soul

drive all illusions

to the garden of the past

the wisdom of black suns

condemn prisoners's songs

for heroes died a long time ago

and exiled loves 

sentence all poems to death

this very night

travels eternally

all around the world

on the wings of an invisible dove

the earth is maimed for life

I fear its mushroom clouds

flying upwards from the springs

 of polluted power

I managed somehow

to conceal my music

and the words of my hymns

just in time for the high tide

to help them catch a wave

O you deep ocean

with your thousand caressing hands

renew love

the two-souled Archangel !

Claude Lopez-Ginisty