I Would Dream of Strength . .

Somewhere in France

I would dream of a
a benevolent heaven
announcing itself with
a reverberation of multitudes
of crystal bells and
a flutter of invisible wings
holding back
the tirade of everyday horrors . . .

I would dream of
torrents of waters
created by a wisp of a breath . .
an avalanche, a flood . . .
where the essence of life . . .
a lightening bolt of blue . . . vibrant
with energy,
is a fragile bud
pushing through broken gray rock .

I would dream of her skin
marked like a city map
cracked and bloodied
where roads would fall . .
a warrior's valor . . . standing
on the brink of helplessness
she carries the weight of a universe . .
in her womb

I would dream of
a solitary melody wafted from a
piano rippling below her broken hands .. .
the stretch of fingers
lost somewhere in the weight
of a tarnished golden ring . .
a space of silence loops around
where in the grave
she will be still. . .
and her children
keen at the marred knees
where once they bent before the gods . ..

I would dream of a shattered vase . . 
cutting away the memories of yesterday's rose . . . 
and shining ribbons of scarlet blood
wrap around the effervescent islands .  . 
like a slender chain 
stretching into tomorrow
where the rain blurs the shadows 
cast by an ever hidden sun

I would dream of palaces and castles
built on love's great foundation,
where sunlight sings the name
of everyone she loves . .
I would dream beyond the pain,
letting sorrow fly away
with a ray of hope, an elixir carried
in the seraphim's heart . . . like honey,
and leave a single drop to glisten on your lips
as if a kiss
from angels . .  just a moment
of a dream . . .
let it pass
and let it return in strength . . .

Royalty Free Music - Stock Music Library | Jamendo PRO

My Comments:

Compelling . . . after all . . .

24/01/12

This was better than I thought it would be . . . 
after glancing at the sad and obscure album cover . . . 
feeling turned away . . 
yet I stepped into this album and found it to be very, very good 
as a matter of fact
. . . very imaginative . .
vibrant and articulate . . . sharp and clear . .

"Forest Temple" leading me straight into a dark and mysterious jungle
hot and humid . .
yet cooling
where thick green leaves
stay the violent and abusive sun . . .
"Mystery" the swishing of angel wings,
the sigh of something lost,
a quiet and tender touch,
a syncopated moment in a breeze . . .
the clang of a distant chain
upon a metal pole . .

Each track a mural . . a vision
a picture of what is to be . .
or what was . . ..
a dream . . .
a memory . ..

Cahors, France

Below the Lint . . .

In Strasbourg, France 2011

The Empty Hole


I practice what to say
before I leave the building
I say "good bye . . "
it takes a moment's care
not to say something foolish
or blue;
the flies gather at the corner
where the sun settles,
pushing to find the weakness . . .
an obligation to stand still
at the bus stop
turns into a restlessness
wandering
    traveling
testing each step
each stop of the route . . .
a failure to
realize my place
in the hierarchy,
can result in dismissal
from the ranks
and banishment. . .
its always safest
to take the lowest place,
below the lint perhaps
which only cares to annoy . .
the wind . .  rustles the leaves
on my road
as I walk,
the pale of the morning
precedes me . ..

Open Air Museum, Cuzals, France 2011

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http://www.jamendo.com/en/album/99602?refuid=1088547
Melodie in der Nacht
by Linda Li
************************************review by me . . . .

Sweet lively listening . . . many of these songs sounded familiar to me;
they were romantic and sentimental with a sad yearning, a plaintive melody . . .

In Strasbourg, France 2011

. .. and plucking at my memories . . .
something from long ago
drifting like a lonely cloud
across an empty sky . .
returning through my dreams . ..
a half remembered waltz . . .
a kiss, a tender look . . .
all faded away like lavender ink
on old love-letters . . .
happy memories cut short . .
a sadness . .
a melancholy . . .
a crumbled dried rose . . .
dusty petals on the floor . .
there was yesterday . .
and now it is nothing more . . .
than the breezes knocking,
knocking on my door . . .
a candle quickly snuffed . . .
sits sputtering in an open window . .
and the silence in this melody . . .
is more than I can bear . . .
. . . is more than I can bear . . .

http://www.jamendo.com/en/album/99555?refuid=1088547

The 4 elements
by Peter Kind 
********************************review by me

A breath of fresh air . . .
Love is the energy . .
from which all things come . . .
creation upon creation . . .


beauty in the "earth" . . there is no compare . ..
except for the dreams and fantasies . . .
of the visionary listening
to the music . . a temporal thing . .
a dragonfly's song . . . an angel's wing . . .
lost in the melody . .


Fire in the darkness . . . a light,
a warmth, the listener hangs on to the quiet . . .
humbled by the unknown . . .
sparks rise to kiss the stars . . .
and the night descends . . .


a dance of energy .. .. a lightness
of gentle feet . . . pattering, and frisky . .
lifting higher with the wings of the breeze . . .
as the dark trees on the hill sway . .
they lift their branches in praise
and they dance in the wind . . .


water drifts down from the trees . . .
and pool in the shadows . .
silver with ambient light, small leafy life boats
float across on the mirroring surfaces . .


the stillness of the earth . . . a sail in the wind
the light of a distant fire guides . . .
as a star in a darkened sky . . .
and the water, as spirit, moves the soul
throughout . . .
Tender is the music . . gently to be moved. . .

Maison Henri IV, Cahors, France 2011

http://www.jamendo.com/en/album/99476?refuid=1088547

Spiritum contra spiritus
by Alejandro Vallarino

**************************review by me . . .

I remember hiking through a beautiful mountain forest,
long ago with my sister. . . and finding a small crystal spring,
bubbling up between the toes of a large mossy tree . . . magical . ..
and this album cover reminded me of that . ..
and, not surprisingly . . . so did the music .. .
it has a rather magical clarity .. .. a twinkling of unusual notes . . .
and surprising moments . . . as if suddenly transported to
a place undefined . .. a moment that makes your heart feel
like a fragile bubble and you catch your breath
in wonder . ..
piano . . . guitar .. . dreamily expressed as if in
a perfect trance. . . very nice and very unusual .. ..
I like that . . it dances and whispers . . .
sparkles and flies . .. like a drop of spring water . ..
on the edge of a cliff . .

Inside a residence, Sarlat, France, 2011