Thursday, August 27, 2020

La Belle Dame Sans Soucis




I do not need a muse
 Floating like a mid-morning thought 
To remember
The gentle breeze 
That left  me lonely
 On an August night 
When hands that had made 
Breakfast 
On a snowy morning 
Waved goodbye 
And left the door open 

 I do not need a muse 
To paint photos of blue seas 
Where I left a name so short 
That a midnight breath 
Could hardly recall 
After a search in the narrow streets
Of a city where a secret was shared
Next to a building of old stones 
And never repeated 
Over time
Continents
And lonesome sunsets

 I do not need a muse 
To know that I still can 
On a full moon or through 
A desert storm 
Repeat 
What was once left 
With me 
As the door was left open 
And I was left to wonder
If I could still find words 
Colours 
Or a simple touch 
To paint the gentle breeze 
Of an August night 
Next to the bluest sea 

But now I know
That
All I need is to keep 
The door open 
And when on a humid night 
I hear distant thunder and the promise 
Of rain
Away from the seas
Away from cities of steel and concrete 
I secretly let the desert whisper again 
A name 
So short 
So it simply 
Feels good 
To not have a muse
But to know
That I once 
Had 
One 


 August 27, 2020 
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2020 

 I took this photo with a 1954 Canon L3 rangefinder during a concert by Andrea Bocelli. The slow speed of the shutter made it a parade of memories, muses or ghosts on that stage…




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