The Unheard Music

God, as I lay me down to sleep,

You still hold the moon and stars in place

While silence’s what I want to keep

You create all songs with sweet embrace/

As I close my eyes to find rest

There echo words of serenity

And the universe does its best

To orchestrate its harmony/

What beauty and splendor I find

In music sung by all existence

Most loving, comforting and kind

Are His ways covered with His presence/

Now, as I drown in quietness

All I hear are unheard songs of old

The stars, moon and the universe

All conspire for glory to be told//

The skies are dismal and seem to conspire

the farewell of sun and return of dusk

Heavy-laden clouds are caught in fire

And all things under their feet become dust

© Camille de Pano, 2016

Things That I Can Do All at the Same Time

I breathe. I do so because I am alive.
While I am alive, I breathe. While I breathe, I am alive.
They happen at once.
They are intertwined, coinciding, simultaneous.
Each of them is inexistent without the other one.
They like to happen all together because it is their nature.

I write. I do so because I love to.
While I write, I love. While I love, I write.
Why, it is possible to do these things at the same time.
All because my love can be written into words.
And my words can be told in love.
For the love of writing is writing about love.
They like to be together because they love to.

I think. I do so because I am.
I am because I think and I think because I do.
Now there is a variation-
I do because I am.
And I do, I think, I am because I can.
I can do anything-
All because I am alive.
And I’m breathing. And I’m loving.

And so I write.

Another Dream on a Sunny Day

The memoirs of bygone days

are reaching me again in a festive dream

The sunlight, the breeze of a calm day, the gossamers of innocent laughters-

are all but echos coming from mountains of reminiscences

 

All those quaffs of fondness and merrymakings

and the endless dreaming of this fumbling self

are contained in a sandclock

that must have been through


And now, on this sunny day when all seem to be gay and free

The dreams of those bygone days are calling out-

all squabbling and playing once again,

thwarting the veil of counterfeit happiness on my face

Unchanging (Complete and Edited Version)

In spring or winter, fall or summer
On dry river or flowing water
In famine or feast, even when the sun starts to cease
God is God and that will never change

In the greening of leaves and withering of sheaves
In the ocean’s roar and in the silence of the shore
In a free bird’s flight and its unadorned plight
God is God and that will never change

In abundance and in nothingness
In the riches of light and in the gloom of darkness
At the height of victory and in downfall’s cruelty
God is God and that will never change

In broad-mindedness or intransigence
In pure heart’s joy or in deep cries of the soul
In the sound of laughter or in pleas for dreams that shatter
God is God and it will never change

In passion and desire or in voidness and filthy mire
In seeking and longing or in betraying and forgetting
From the eyes of beauty to the blindness of vanity
God is God and it will never change

In hatred and strife
In oblivion of life
In ignorance of bliss
In death’s sweetest kiss
God is God and it will never change

From where the wind blows to where the wind ends
Or whereabouts of treasure that’s sought-after
Where the words are spoken and whose ears there hearken
God is there and He is not shaken

Through love’s fire or heart’s beseech in dire
In the angst of disbelief or in the gladness of the spirit
From the beginning of time until the end of all thine
God is forever and ’tis truth divine

Unchanging

In spring or winter, fall or summer,
On dry river or flowing water,
In famine or feast, even when the sun starts to cease,
God is God and that will never change

In abundance and in nothingness,
In the riches of light and in the gloom of darkness,
At the height of victory and in downfall’s cruelty,
God is God and that will never change

In broadmindedness or intransigence,
In pure heart’s joy or in deep cry of soul,
In real laughter or in pleas for dreams that shatter,
God is God and the truth will not change,
Forever.

Revival

And it stopped
For a moment she was aghast
Her mind was mad like swirling eddies
There was no word

The tresses of her crown
were dancing in the wind like silk caressed
under the moonlight
It was shining but her eyes

There was void
as deep as the cries of waves
as silent as the darkness of abyss
Nothing whispered but the wind

Her laments flew until the immensity
All that was heard was everything
And it stopped
She was anew.

Sorrow and Beauty

Image

Downcast is the forlorn soul
Ne’er a curve in her lips seen
In her eyes is gleam they stole
The lore is gone with the sheen

Why hast thou forgotten
The splendid beauty of yore
Brightness the shadow has taken
Sting of melancholy she bore

Hidden in elegant tresses
Is frame painted with scarlet
Ever forbidden from curses
And the stench He never let

Nevertheless beyond her sight
Is hope, flickering with spark
Fear of the unknown despite
Is frolic like a dancing lark

“Your loveliness is like lilies
Created with ornate beauty
You are apart from all follies;
You are loved,” said by Majesty

Behind her veil is bright ruby
Unearthed by One who was
Sorrow in her shall never be
But more than gold love will last

As ebony as the skies seem
The sun of morrow shall stand
And the set of pearls must beam
Kissed by a rose, sweet and bland

From then she should prance!
A Being sings to her ears
Her youth, like flowers that dance
She weeps, but He hears!