Melody from the undergrowth
At the heart of my inner Forest take root
Several tiny, tortuous, colourful and resonant Paths,
Fertile in Happiness and hidden Sorrow,
On which I step, Comfortable and at Peace.
At the Dawn of day I listen to the silent sap
Streaming up a node-hearted Oak, to the slow pulse
Of Time twisting old wrinkled birch trees,
In which rest buried Memories. I track down
Places with hesitant Outlines that strengthen
A child’s Imagination, a way to waken
Some Sleeping Beauties.
In a faded Dusk, I make out the intimate whispers
Of the forest, the dead bodies of kneeling dark Trees.
I caress the Mythological belly of the forest
So as to tame the wild Shadows of the night.
I shiver under the cold stare of the Moon
Chasing unlikely Creatures. I run off
Listening to the cries and silences of Owls.
Amidst soundless fogginess I hear
Hidden notes, a sweet Melody that gives me the Impression
Of musing at the foot of my hundred-year-old Friend
Secretly Entrusted with my wandering in the forest.
I conceal my lost Expectancies by taking a look behind,
All along the way I have come, I recognize Familiar Landscapes,
The blurred Outlines of my native land, its fragile expanses
That Time and Men will eventually stamp out…
Several tiny, tortuous, colourful and resonant Paths,
Fertile in Happiness and hidden Sorrow,
On which I step, Comfortable and at Peace.
At the Dawn of day I listen to the silent sap
Streaming up a node-hearted Oak, to the slow pulse
Of Time twisting old wrinkled birch trees,
In which rest buried Memories. I track down
Places with hesitant Outlines that strengthen
A child’s Imagination, a way to waken
Some Sleeping Beauties.
In a faded Dusk, I make out the intimate whispers
Of the forest, the dead bodies of kneeling dark Trees.
I caress the Mythological belly of the forest
So as to tame the wild Shadows of the night.
I shiver under the cold stare of the Moon
Chasing unlikely Creatures. I run off
Listening to the cries and silences of Owls.
Amidst soundless fogginess I hear
Hidden notes, a sweet Melody that gives me the Impression
Of musing at the foot of my hundred-year-old Friend
Secretly Entrusted with my wandering in the forest.
I conceal my lost Expectancies by taking a look behind,
All along the way I have come, I recognize Familiar Landscapes,
The blurred Outlines of my native land, its fragile expanses
That Time and Men will eventually stamp out…