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Alice Baudoin Dec 2015
I have one last desire
Let me die
In the evening silence
By the sea

Let my sleep be a wing
And the lime tree be near
Let my skies lay blue
Over water

Let nobody mourn me
Besides autumn
Through the song of her leaves
Falling

Let the springs run down
While the moon will slide
Through the eyes
Of pine trees

Let the sea moan with passion
In my loneliness
While I’m silently turning
To dust
This is a translation from the great Romanian poet Mihail Eminescu
Alice Baudoin Dec 2015
“Those who wander along the beach
Find conches and shells
But those who dare to venture
Into the depth of the ocean
Discover precious pearls...”

Of blindness must we suffer not to see
The hidden pearl into the imperfection

How many lives
May pass around us
Before we notice beauty,
Force, or splendor

Soul-stirring people in the day
Arose to my eyes
Somebody thinking of ending her life
Somebody terminally ill,
Praying for courage
In the ones that will be left behind

So many people we don’t look upon
Because they don’t seem good enough
Bright enough
To get our admiration
Spectacular enough
Young enough
Or maybe rich enough
Joyful enough
Or full of life enough
To catch our eye
To rise our glim
Our interest or our closeness...

How much distress
And how much desolation
Must we endure now
Before we see them
Embrace them
Treasure them
Learn from them
Cry with them
Grow with them

They slide unobserved
Soul-stirring
Like shadows
Shadows of thoughts that we are
Sky-stirring

Those who wander along life
Find conches and shells
But those who dare to venture
In the depth of the soul
Find pearls
This poem is inspired by, and dedicated to, the great writer and entertainer Amitabh Bachchan
Alice Baudoin Dec 2015
We are
Shells on the sand
The wind turns us to dust

We are
Two birds
Touching their wings at night
As sparkles are falling
From their wings

We are trees
Embracing each other
Holding tight to one another
Until the wind is sleeping away through our leaves
And throwing us apart

What you see on my face is time
It is nothing but time
And time means nothing
Compared to spirit
Compared to what we are
Compared to love

Don’t be afraid of time
Somehow it’s unimportant
Insignificant

What you see on my body is time
Only time
Unforgiving, implacable
Harsh and demanding
Time

What you see in my eyes
Is eternal
A light and the flame
Of the spirit that loves you
That cherishes you
And your being
Your loneliness
Your deepness
Your mortality

Nobody goes through life
Without scars
Time leaves scars
You should not look around my eyes
To see the scars
But inside my eyes
To find soul
Alice Baudoin Dec 2015
At times I see soul
On you face
Open book

Outgrowing your eye
Sliding,
Melting into smile

At the warmth of a sigh
While turning a page
Of life
Alice Baudoin Oct 2015
Everything’s the memory of you
No winners, no losers
Just an unbearable pain
And memories

Like serpents, crawling around you
Touching you, breathing at you,
Wherever you’re laying your eyes
Whatever you’re tempting to reach

Every corner reminds me of you
You’re everywhere
You’re the emerald necklace I wear
All graceful moments
Ineffable moments

Every picture I see recalls our past,
Still alive and pure and strong,
Every sun at the birth of a beautiful morning
Reminds me an eternal first hello,
A first touch, a first word of the day
First I love you

The innocent eyes
Of those around us
Remind me your eyes
And the years of tears
The years of laughter
Not abandoned by love

The bottom leaves are purple in autumn
An inattentive brush of a painter
Has sparkled them with color
Like blood
Has dropped out
From the wounds of our soul

I’m ******, paralyzed with pain
The autumn wind caressing my being
Unbearably, like suffocation

There’s a time for everything
For joy, laughter
For pain and for death

— The End —