Images: © Sylvie Di Vito
Author: Sylvie Di Vito
That Other Place How strange it is… I don't recall Which was the path To this strange place I look around What could it be A piece of hell? A piece of grace? In here the sun Reflects the moons And kites fly high Though there's no wind Through gates once locked Now gaping doors I watch the sages become fools! I have met people in this place That I was most happy to see For I'd have sworn Hand on my heart Long time ago Had ceased to be Here Love and Fear Are King and Queen And all their children All night long Enjoy the game Of harlequin How odd to lie Where deceit rules Where even killed I never die! But O you dreamer Don't you see How this mirror -Secretly- Distorted Every bit Of your Rea- -li- -ty?
Nature's Song … And every day, we see her walk these ways; A ghostly shade, despite the wind or rain… She talks, she screams, she weeps and then she prays; We, silent, hear her endless same refrain. We do our best to calm her dreadful fears… -Though, sadly, helpless feel- and this is why, With tender leaves I catch her bitter tears And with our heart we sing a lullaby. As she, against me, leans through her despair, The river swells her voice in gentle shush The wind and I intone a joyful air: Her pain by rustling branches try to hush … And every day a smile we hope to see Her sorrow yet too heavy seems to be…