URGE

A weary, sudden urge emerges
from the shadows:
It is the silent wish
of a million years.

Just before it dies down,
fading into nothingness again,
I see all planets aligned,
in a perfect stance of harmony.

Am I the only odd element
in this unprecedented symmetry?
Am I the ideal balance
or an unbalance between
the Alpha and the Omega?

IMAGINATION

There it is, within my grasp,
more so a vivid vision of Love
In the eyes of a non-believer.
It was always here, always clear,
defying my blindness.

An outcry of joy is, oh, so near,
pounding tirelessly, about to burst,
as I embrace the stars in thirst:
I realize that shadows are but
the motherly cradle of the night.

And a flute draws unexpected songs
from the meanders of my soul.
I plunge into a deep imagination
as I ask myself how the world began
and whether this magic has to end.

© Jean-Pierre Barakat

I DID NOT COME TO YOU TO TALK ABOUT SILENCE

I did not come to you to talk about silence.

Life stirs and bubbles in me,
bringing anxiety in my joy
and hope in my need.

I did not come to you to talk about silence.

The quietude of night and stars suffices me.
There are mute landscapes in my look.
And, deaf, I continue to dream.

I did not come to you to talk about silence.

Words know too well my mazes.
Nothing arises without the obscure desire
of shade disintegrating into the light.

I did not come to you to talk about silence.

It is implicit, for here am I, bare,
before you, without artifices or magic,
assuming myself in these words of love.

© Jean-Pierre Barakat

I WISH TO DISAPPEAR

I wish to disappear,
erase each and every distance.
There are signs of promise
in the offing, and a spell
of good fortune may be near.

Future, though, is unclear.
This body is my tight leash,
my soul is about to explode:
This is why I wish,
I wish to disappear.

Please make me disappear!
Let me be all the answers
you wish to hear as you stand
at the crossroads of your life
not knowing where to steer.

© Jean-Pierre Barakat

STARDUST

Listen to the smothered beat
of teardrops in our soul
as something slowly dies
within, and surfaces without.

The unknown pain aches again,
yet soon finds its solace
in the tender smile and laughter
of our Inner Child.

Suddenly, the entire world
is ours again under the moon.
We breathe stardust to recall
who we truly are.

And how we came here.

© Jean-Pierre Barakat

SONG

Play on, dear heart,
the sweet melodies of love,
give me a reason to write
yet another poem tonight.

Play on, before I depart
and visit other worlds afar.
Let me sing all my tenderness
to pure souls aiming for a star.

Play on, hold on to every drop
Of sanity the mind can find,
Let nothing be wasted henceforth
for peace can be a treacherous state of mind.

Play on, as the break of dawn
carries the solemn promise I made.
Then just fade, only to rise again
exploding in new hues and scents.

© Jean-Pierre Barakat

I’VE BEEN ABSENT FROM ME

I've been absent from me.

In other spheres that agitate me,
beyond the predictable human sight.
Countless voices enquire me,
and, oh, so many longings lead me
to wander. Investigate.

I’ve been absent from me.

Something rejoices, and something else laments.
There is no explanation to it.
Nature is its own creation
and feels no need to ponder.
I am saying this as I return to myself.

I’ve been absent from me.

Seeking stories to tell you,
Legends of silent people and places
Dreaming as this humble poet is.
Forgive, thus, the lack and lapse.
Accept these fragrant stanzas:

Rare flowers I picked in my trip.

© Jean-Pierre Barakat