If we could
Instill love
Where there is fear
The world would be
Like the paradise promised
The Promise
Tag: Flowers
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As leaves are turning brown
I let my mind find peace
In the knowledge that
All is within me
To explore
And express
Nobody can mess up
With my happiness
Focus
I believe in something greater
That the sum of our daily
Messy, crazy thoughts
Sometime I feel trapped
In something I don’t own
A memory
Or the feeling that something
Is not right
People come and go
They imagine
Me
They don’t read between the lines
But outside the paradoxe of their own lives
I try to hide
But it’s too late
I made the first step
And then it’s hard to come back
To where I stand
Before the crack of dawn
I believe in something greater
But I am not ready for the ride
No vision of what’s ahead
Makes me shiver with fright
I need to stay focus
My two feet on the ground
For sending the wrong message
My apologies
Over anger
She thinks she’s right
Getting, at least, to the bottom of it
But then realizing that she is missing something
There’s no confort in knowing others are suffering
She’d better off to find inside
What her true feelings are
In between, they will meet
Just two lives connecting
Over anger
Towards peace
The name of things
We know the name of things
But do we know the name of feelings?
Drops of glowing water pouring inside our minds
We try to define them
With words
But do words know the depth of what is happening inside?
Just the two of us
Kids love full houses. Voices. And people. And playing. Laughing. Games and big tables. Snacks and treats.
Maybe it’s the hardest part. The one that says, on a daily basis, it’s just the two of us.
Just him and me.
And seeing him missing something. The people. The voices. The fun. The funny part of life. Missing his friends as soon as we are back home. Missing his grand-parents as soon as they are back home.
When I feel down, I feel guilty.
But some days are good. Some days are even great fun. Just the two of us.
But I know he is in need of something more. So we go out. And spend days with family. And we meet people. And I try not to feel blue too often, or at least leave the blues for later. When he is in bed. And I remember the chance we have to be where we are.
We can never be sure to do it right.
We just try our best.
Isn’t it what we all do?
Creation Day
The day will start
With a smile
One that carry with him
All around the place
The promise of a day
Full of creativity
For those able to be open to it!
Happy Face
As the sun is shining
High in the sky
Dreamy blue
White patches moving
Accross infinity
Between branches and leaves
You can find
Happy faces bathing in the sunlight
Where we belong…
There will come a time
When
Whatever the road you chose
You will know
You are
Where you ought to be
Leaves dancing in the trees
Will remind you
Of a long-time dream buried
In the shadows
Of childhood memories
The opalescent stars
Carrying the names of lost ones
Will guide your steps
From a place of fear
To a place of love
You will know
There is nothing to lose
In this life
As nothing belongs to you
You can only be
And when you are
In this state of being
You are carrying the world
In a seashell made
Of gold and grace
When it’s time
She left with the first train of the morning. She pushed the door, silently, holding her shoes in one hand and the bag with her belongings in the other. For she knew it was time. Time to turn a page, there was no more space for her in the relationship they had created.
No goodbye. She would not understand. She would believe it was fear, when it was only love taking its chance.
The moon could still be seen in the sky, covered with patches of light, stars shining, showing her the way. What would happen next? She had no idea. She was ready for a new life, but could not tell which one. She would ride to the north and wait. She would ask her heart whether to turn right of left. She had no plan. She would go with the wind, let it carry her wherever she meant to be.
