Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for Nature
Take me there
Take me to pastures
Where horses roam free
Amid all the passions
Of wild equine dreams…
Where life is forgotten
And breathing is sweet
As the nectar collected
By wild honey bees…
Take me to rivers
Where salmon roam free
In waters so clear that
Your soul could be seen…
Where faith is remembered
And spirits redeemed
By the motherly touch
Of the heavenly beam…
Take me forever
And never return
My heart to this place
Where it always gets burned…
The quiet trees
The quiet trees are everywhere,
They’re always listening -
Observing as the days go by;
Their words contained within…
Untouched by time they stand alone
Through sun and wind and rain -
They’re ancient as the memories
That blend into their pain…
Tacit are the gentle giants,
Unaware of human strife -
These guardians of purity
Preserve our way of life…
Never may they be forgotten
Or abandoned by the world -
Hold on to our heritage;
Their stories must be told…
And for the audio-philes:
Breaking point
I swam through tsunamis
And flew through tornadoes -
I floated on landslides
And surfed on volcanoes -
I balanced through earthquakes
And volleyed with asteroids -
I danced in the hail storms
And caught solar flares…
But when the penny dropped at last
It gently crushed my soul…
Sepia
Awash in tones of May
On a color-swindled day,
Let me slowly-gently drown
In these faded shades of brown…
As the dust of kinder times
Blows in winded gusting rhymes,
Let me fall from fishbone trees
As I’m herded with the leaves…
Let me kiss these final hours -
Let me say goodbye to flowers -
Take it, leave, and let me stay -
Who needs color anyway…
Be my world
Let me encompass your lovely equator
And lazily lounge in your dream-latitudes…
Let me hide from the wind in your coves -
Give me lee in your estuaries…
Let me explore all your silvery beaches
Embellished in splendour by coral lagoons -
Feel me clamber through your mystery caves
As I ravish your endless ravines…
Let me rain onto your arid plains
To fill your brooks with life
In meandering fingering rivulets
As I wistfully wade your wetlands…
Let me garnish your glades
And forever in forests
Let us weep from the streams
Into ponds of our passion…
