He wanders along the tail of the Milky Way.
His cloud-soft steps skim the blue of the sky.
He plays with time, teases the wind, grows breathless.
On tiptoe, he brushes the squares of a hopscotch.
In deep sleep, a dream carries him toward infinity —
to see his youth again, the smiles of vanished years,
to imagine that anything is possible in the night,
to become Balthazar, finally reaching the Shepherd’s Star.
The cold of emptiness, the dizziness of a cliff he flees,
the darkness of a chasm — he screams in fear as he falls.
Agitated, sweating, gasping, he wakes on borrowed life.
In dreams, anything is possible; he travels through time.
A gentle music licks him, tames his heart.
It enters his mind, awakens the source of his tears.
The sounds crash, swirl, circle around him, flattering.
The Dream is an open-sky theatre, the Harp of our Souls.
Joël Charvillat
At three 'o clock this afternoon,
A shaft of light pierced my room.
Curtains flung back as I arise:
An actor's life I do surmise!
Working halls and live theatre,
Singing songs in every meter.
Playing Hamlet, then a clown,
Each week it changes in this town.
Tonight my accent is deep Fen,
My entrance scene is played again.
People come to see me ramble,
I am a cop; Inspector Randall.
Bungling cases, then success:
Miss Marple would be so impressed!
I love the clapping of the crowd,
We take our bow, feeling proud.
Then travelling home in my old car
To see my kitten, Balthazar.
The night is cold, it's nearly three,
My kitten is here, on my knee.
I sip some vino, 'Espanol',
The kitten thinks I am his doll.
Razor needles pierce my skin,
But I am calm deep within.
Night owls hoot, it is bedtime,
I finish off my blood-red wine.
Take Balthazar his little toy,
To watch him play is such a joy.
I say goodnight and shut the door
Thinking of tonight's applause:
An aged actor's life to stay.
Tomorrow it's a matinée.
They saw the star and roamed very far...far,
Lo! Gaspar, Melchior, and Balthazar;
Search... is the divinity of my life,
Who will tell this to this nation in strife...?
I saw it lit on my birth as a child,
In form and shape simple and very mild;
Breast-fed, I knew, yet needed much-much more,
Like eagles and vultures, heavens to soar...!
So far from all that I have thought and known,
Within and without each and every zone;
There, lo, has been only and only name,
Isn't it Jesus who lights each small flame...???
06 November 2022
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Note.Mogambo Khush Hova Shabash Bachi Shabash.
Lesson.Long Live America.
straw strewned
to be eaten by as
s as well as sheep
but the chambermaid
at the manger made
a broom for which to
sweep and so
did she as it came
to pass that all that
bustle went but didn't last
subsiding as the magi
returned back from
whence they came so
they came and went
following no star to
take them home
as alone each
did ponder
but never wondered
after their wander
but Balthazar did
a bit for what
would a kid
do with
more myrrh
then he could
burn in a lifetime
but preferred not
to think about
it too much
so such
thoughts
we're forgotten
and lo the begotten
son not shone but
showed the doll
he was given in
the stall so simply
woven from left
over non eaten
by cloven feet
beasts that
that token
would take
him to the
knowing
of that
which
exists
but
has
been
left
in the
choosen
Three Wishes
Three wishes I will grant you,
Three wishes and no more,
No wealth nor riches can I offer,
Choose wisely I implore.
Perhaps the gift of wisdom,
Like Solomon or Balthazar,
The offering of kindness,
A Samaritan or Angel afar.
Precious talents of a musician,
Master of canvas, paint and brush.
Take time this is your chance,
I will wait patiently, no hurry, no rush.
Standing before the depths of your eyes
You had beckoned me here,
The Balthazar of your heart
Has crowned me with your devotion.
You stand within your castle of desire,
You are as a phantom
Always building my hopes higher.
Lord of my affection
You gently take my hand,
And rising i ascend towards your promised land.
Your embrace is how i imagined
Yet somehow you are cold,
You are the master of my world
And the king of your own.
The desire on my awaiting lips,
You move closer
I give in.
Passion's blood runs through your veins
And seeps through my skin
You are my support,my founder
My life within.
Standing this close i melt in your hands,
Am as wax when you are around.
Baron of my soul
With mind and spirit
You make me whole.
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