THE SUNNY LAKE IN THE FOREST
(Poem in the memory of the spirit of Paul Eluard, an inspiration, extension and variation of a poem by P. Eluard)
By C.K. January 2002
The sun of the night remembers
A whole forest of friends
but only a few with dry roots
on brown soil without vision
and a stiff touch.
years walked on the river
and the green leaves
are wearing the purity
of the eyes of water in the sun
High flights that forget
in the snow of bright sun
until the sight of the green fields
the move of the pretty girl
and the wheel of the land
Will the invisible city
in the sweat of the mind
that the sleep blossomed
shall become our steps
and the fingers of the work?
Only the planet knows!
Blue ships on the letters of the paper
and the happiness silent
in the dance of the lake in the light
in the heart of the sky
the wing of the light breath
and the work of the fingers
.
The smile of the girl opens the day.
With empty sky in the mind
and fast feet on the paved road
I wondered around
to a charming island in ink
where I took off the sorrow in the dreams
and the sadness in the heavy.
With a bike on two hours ,
on the clouds,
rolling the light of a day ,
without measured minutes ,
in a perfect order
of the unexpected
All the girls moving
in the temple of the glance
shaking their hair as wings
in the wind of my light
Forgetful of the constructions
and their blood in the brutal design
with an ice-cream
in the wholeness of the infinite
in the center of the sun
I let the summer pass.
Grey clouds with the touch of steel
and the sky of the tiniest in us
would not open yet
until years to walk in the sunshine
of the sea- side
before it became the simplest
at a glance,
still ,
hidden from the public
in the touch of your private love
The lonely pain from the stars
left me a stone in the road-side
magnifying the sunshine
of the happy presence of an old friend
Great day
of a hope unexpressed
Bright in the heart
of the waters
The foam of bitterness
wont touch the happy leaves
in the wind of the sun
for many years
The dream of
silent abundance
and unlimited journeys
is at the end of the fingers,
yet so impossible
to the bonds of wildness
In the rain of the forest
the precious fire was hidden
in the light of the vapor
of an unexhausted memory
and the trust of a home
Till the day of a true kiss
shall come again
In the flowered neck
in the roots of the light
in the sea of the body
in the snow of pure joy
in the smile of excellence
in the conscious fire
that drinks the coldness
of the road in the sleep
The happy mirror
that unfolds the light
of a feeling the empties
in the ecstasy of triumph
That you love me, that I love you
In the forgetful tree
and the smile of the grass
in the warmth of the sea
that sees me in cool light
I returned again, one great day
in the shape of my body
to remember your kiss
that born the precious fire
of unending peace
