Obscure Garden

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Obscure Garden


Chant of silence. Falls asleep the obscure garden
when, from the horizon rushes the winter wind
on the languid places, a shadow awakens.

The intimate fleece of the spring, by its coldness,
finds out at morning a universe of whiteness
victim of the hours leading toward the long sleep.

The old man sees the reflections of the basin
from which springs up curtly a swarm of evening stars,
only illusion of the wish of eternity.

His hand breeze the water of mirror-assassin
but the glow seized is merely the dream mendacious
of gardener improving immortality.

On the branch of the hopefulness the gleam goes off.
The wine of the existence should be drunk slowly
to the diamond-source from our frail destinies.

But, for how long will we have to walk patiently
to find the paths
of happiness?
And how much misfortune to touch the clarity?


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3 réflexions sur “Obscure Garden

  1. Pingback: Absence | Vertige de l'Oiseau

  2. High Vertigo Bird. Nice poem. Thank you for wanting to follow my poetry adventures. Great to meet you you. I observe life also very interested in all things paranormal. Writing is my passion that keeps me alive and sane! Glad you liked my poems Inside! and Distant Horizons! Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.


    • 🙂 Thanks Foureyed Poet 🙂
      You meet on the paths of poetry is a pleasure for me.
      Thank you for your interest and reading my poems. Your comments are welcome to let me fly away higher
      English is not my mother tongue, so, feel free to make comments…like all apprentices, I am attentive to criticism 🙂


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