Speechless

Well there it is: I’m speechless, I watch my breath
and it is empty, imagine clouds desperately looking
for a sky to populate, or birds lacking support to
spread their wings and fly, I’m speechless, watching
the horizon as it has just swallowed my last word,
and with it all it had to offer, not being sure if there
will ever be a dawn to unfold whatever meaning was
still hidden in its womb, I am aborted, speechless,
even the memory has left together with the smell
that hand in hand accompanied this precious treasure,
it’s gone, and here I wonder whether it is time to go
to sleep and to surrender, to lower now this useless flag,
where are the eyes, where are the ears to spot, where
is the home to enter, what harbor is it that would
welcome this forgotten sail, where are the hands
to comfort, I am speechless, but suddenly I realize
that there is room to fill, and unannounced one tear
touches my lips, and then another, and another still,
until I am no longer able to resist, I am flooded, for
every breath I take there is a wave, and the more I
breathe the more the waves keep rolling, on and on,
I become an ocean and I wake up to a new horizon,
and there it is: I’m speechless at this sight of nearing
fleets, a multitude of sails and waving flags are coloring
the dawn, then I remember, by letting go my last word
thus became the key to unlock what beyond meaning
is the keeper of the mystery, O yes, there is a deeper
womb, it is speechless, but it breathes, it is the silent
birthplace of eternity.

Oblivion

No dream has ever been the same,
they came and went as ocean waves,
horizons took the shape of trees,
the sheets to all their floating leaves,
each time I walked down memory beach,
each wave returned taking the best of me,
the more I begged for repetition, the more
I lost to season’s tidings, tracks washed away,
forgotten words embracing forests, abandoned
children craving for a home, no dream has ever
been the same, but still , when sleep is overtaking,
I wake up to new beginnings, and faintly in between
a scent is left, one wave leaving the nest, the uplift of
a memory looking for shelter, a shoulder for the coming
storm, one womb becoming then the home land of oblivion.

(picture taken @ Wissant, Nord-Pas de Calais, France)

Motherland

(D-Day ~Normandy > each beach is a continuing testimony of our history…)

For each who talks,
for each who walks,
for each there is a beach,
for each to print a footstep here,
for each to shed a tear

For each and every one of us
for each a Womb to meet
for each and every one of us
in each our Hearts shall beat

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
Then put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

For each who fights,
for each who writes,
for each there is a hand,
for each who weeps,
for each who sleeps,
for each there is a land

For each and every one of us
for each here shed a tear
for each and every one of us
for each this Sea shall hear

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
Then put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

For each who falls,
for each who calls,
for each there is a Tomb,
for each who strays,
for each who prays,
for each there is a Womb

For each and every one of us
for each our sins we’ll give
for each and every one of us
for each She shall forgive

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
And put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

For each who grieves,
for each who leaves,
for each there is a Home,
for each who craves,
for each the waves
shall offer silent praise

For each and every one of us
for each and every Love
for each and every one of us
for each She”l send Her Dove

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
Then put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

For each who bled,
the waves turned red,
they colored their embrace,
their lips became
a silent blame
for each and every face

For each and every one of them,
for each we shall remain
for each and every one of them
Love’s witness of their pain

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
And put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

For each who cries,
for each who dies,
for each there is a wave,
for each who breathes
and suffocates
the Motherland awaits

For each and every one of us,
for each beginnings near,
for each and every one of us
for each then be them dear

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
And put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

And gently then,
and gently then,
as Heart’s beat fades away,
for each who sings,
for each Sea brings
the wave to Soul’s D-day

For each and every one of us
for each here we shall pray
for each and every one of us
for each this Sea shall stay

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
And put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

From each who falls,
from each who calls,
from each She asks belief,
for each who strays,
for each who prays,
for each shall be relief

For each and every one of us
this Motherland shall be
for each and every one of us
Her Womb Eternity

Wherever you may be
Just offer Me belief
And put your trust in Me
I’ll offer you relief

(+ All War Beaches +)

(animation via http://www.pimpmyspace.org/ )

Sword

When at my door your final bell will ring
I shall remember those who opened, let
you in and begged for one last song to sing,
who thought a mercy prayer would convince
to have a pardon granted by this prince

When at my door your final bell will ring
I shall remember those who weren’t in
but uninvited, still got lifted by your wing,
who while preparing for a glorious flight
were grounded brutally, take off denied

When at my door your final bell will ring
I shall remember those who welcomed
you as royalists their banished king
who after years of fruitless fight
eventually got their heart’s delight

When at my door your final bell will ring
I shall remember all, praise the Almighty,
challenge your sword with mine then swing
so that my blade will testify that it is I
who at the doors riposted to your passing by

painting: Ferdinand Vercnocke, ‘Mars’, Oil on canvas, 100x80cm
top img = wooden handmade sword, present to my 2nd son by his friend