meine umwelt
avec moi, sans moi,
par moi
Ahh… and the tales I shall unfold
May blast comprehension if the truth be told
An ode to the masters, martyrs and whims
A satyr on life and sullied daydreams
(1996)
Bursting with Self-Expression
Grand-mère
My eyes close for sleep,
Your visage rises to mind.
Entwined in you
Are my dreams for the future,
Are my memories of the past.
To you my restless spirit turns,
Keeper of my heart,
As life’s rough waters
Come tumbling over me:
Promising to drown my hope,
Threatening to quench my fire.
With you, I seek my tranquility;
In you, I find my rest;
For you, I save my love.
When I turn to you
I look for nothing
But the warmth of your company,
The satisfaction of seeing you,
Content and secure,
About the people and places
You know and love.
For your happiness
I would hunt to the ends of the Earth;
For your protection
I would fight my deepest fears.
Know this
And remember it
For it is the truth,
I love you.
(15th Feb ‘93)
Bursting with self-
To create! I longed to create
I picked up my pen, but no words would flow
A pencil: no lines would it form
Paint would stare back at me
Unbending to my distempered will
To sculpt, to carve, to prune a bonsai tree
Where is my expression of self?
Serenity, sweet serenity
Calm this passionate force
Take me into the hands of experience
And mould me to your shape
Until I erupt no more
In my being is my expression
Every movement, every word that I speak
In the tapestry of my thoughts
In my unending chain of emotion
In my self is my perfection
(13th Jun ‘95)
