Last Night I dreamt (La nuit dernière j'ai rêvé) - English

Last night 

I dreamed 

That you had 'replaced' 
My dog 

I do not believe she was dead yet 

Not in my feeling 

But maybe 

The new dog 

Didn't look like her 

Instead, it looked more like Lassie 

Smaller than her

With more hairs 

And with flamboyant bright colors 

He had a ball in his mouth 

Contrasting 

With the familiar black and white 

Color of my dog

Wagging everywhere 

Heavy and atypical paws

Powerful and ferreting out

Digging the earth endlessly

Looking for 

Huge stones-treasures 

A bi-colored small ball of hairs 

Frightened into a corner 

The first time I saw her

And the snow 

Which welcomed her

Twice its height 

On its frozen tireless snout

Her light weight 

Heavy yet 

And warm

On my lap 

On the couch 

Smile 

Her floppy ears 

At rest 

Her quiet snoring 

Wheezing, sudden surges

In her sleep 

Silence 

I was there 

Among unknown shadows 

Indistinguishable and foreign presences

Looking desperately around 

For my dog 

Who had disappeared 

Nowhere could I see her

Neither her familiar and so vivid speed

Neither her eyes 

Who never forget you

Neither her way to put her head on my arm 

Without I have to say a word 

Spontaneous impulse

In response to a specific movement of my body 

I could not find any attachment 

For the new and beautiful little red dog 

Who was parading before me 

He was a stranger 

Deaf ears 

Not wanting to hear 

This voice behind me 

A foreign and distant voice 

Already

Undone, rebuilt 

Without any constancy 

Or consistency 

An injury 

An unsolved mystery of life 

The dream 

Suddenly became

Heavily 

Painfully 

Wrapped

With a strange malaise 

I was the foreigner

Foreigner

In my own house

An unfathomable enigma 

Caught in time 

Dream time? 

Or reality time? 

And Then

I woke up

La nuit dernière j'ai rêvé (Last Night I dreamt) - French

La nuit dernière
J'ai rêvé
Que vous aviez 'remplacé' 
Mon chien

Je ne crois pas qu'elle était morte pourtant
Pas dans mon sentiment

Mais peut-être

Le nouveau chien
Ne lui ressemblait pas
Il ressemblait plutôt à Lassie
Plus petit qu'elle
Avec des poils plus étoffés
D'une couleur flamboyante et vive
Il avait une balle dans la bouche

Contraste avec le noir et blanc familier
Qui remue partout

Pattes lourdes et atypiques
Puissantes et fureteuses
Fouillant la terre inlassablement
A la recherche
D'énormes cailloux-trésors

Une boule bicolore
Apeurée dans un coin
La première fois que je la vis

Et la neige
Qui l'accueillit
De deux fois sa hauteur
Sur son museau gelé infatigable

Son petit poids
Lourd
Contre moi
Sur le canapé

Sourire
Ses oreilles tombantes
Au repos
Ses petits ronflements
Sifflements, sursauts soudains
Dans son sommeil

Silence
J'étais là
Parmis des ombres inconnues
Présences indiscernables et étrangères
Vaquant autour de moi
Cherchant désespérémment du regard
Mon chien
Qui avait disparu

Nullepart je ne la vis
Ni son allure si vive et familière
Ni son regard
Qui n'oublie jamais
Ni sa façon de poser sa tête sur mon bras
Sans que j'ai à dire un mot
Elan spontané
En réponse à un mouvement précis de mon corps


Je n'arrivais pas à trouver d'attachement 
A ce nouveau petit chien roux et magnifique
Qui paradait devant moi
C'était un inconnu

Oreilles sourdes
Ne voulant pas entendre
Cette voix derrière moi
Voix déjà étrangère et lointaine
Défaite, reconstruite
Sans constance et sans consistance
Une blessure
Et un mystère de vie irrésolu

Alors
Le rêve s'est enveloppé
Lourdement
Douloureusement
D'un étrange malaise

C'était moi l'étrangère
Dans ma propre maison

Une énigme insondable
Hâppée par le temps
Le temps du rêve?
Ou celui de la réalité?

Et je me suis réveillée

Sehnsucht

Consuming myself
From the inside
I can feel
Each second
Far from you
Piercing my body 
And my heart
Like a long sword of distress
In a never ending night

Wrapped with spices, honey
And dancing violins

Your Essential Soul

Your
Essential
Soul
Writing about 'YES': My poem 'Your Essential Soul' has been published on the Exult Road Website:

http://www.exultroad.com/new-blog/2014/8/25/your-essential-soul-a-poem

Your

        Essential

Soul

Home

In contemplation
Of your beauty
I stand
Never alone
Again
Words
Like mute butterflies 
On my lips
Waiting for
Their moment
To blossom
Breathing
The quintessence
Of your love
Inextricable
Unexplainable
Exploding 
In a slow motion
Into a thousand bewilderments
Of recognition
The strength
Of a million fights
Ending
There
In the harbour of your breath
A place
I do not want to leave
Your mouth
The revelation of my soul
Your kiss
An endless bliss
Travelling over my skin
Like sun and honey

An absence

We are
Juxtaposed solitudes
Carried by the uncontrollable breath
Of perseverance

Sometimes transported
By the same wave
Of Passion and warmth

A disconnected thread
At some moments
One thousand scattered pearls
Of dismantled fragilities
However, a Unity
Unbreakable, powerful and free
In its roots
Embarked souls
On a ship of wandering thoughts
And of questionings
Sailing on the meaningless sea of life
With a smile on our face

I cried your name
In emptiness
My mouth sealed
With silence
I know
There is nowhere to look for
Your smile, and laughs
Remaining the rainbow
Of the darkest hours

Each proud, ancestral stone
Each bird
Each new born flower,
Each dancing river
brings me back
The echo of your breath yet

Constant
I am
In every place
Where your song is heard

(To my Dad..)

Contemplation

Words
Frozen
In a delicious
Powerlessness
As I look
Upon
Your loving face

My mind
Caressing softly
The simply being
Of your breath
On the  Landscape
Of my awakened eyes

Poppies
In the green fields
Bursting out
Bright
Red
And rebellious
Telling loud
The story of your lips
Over my body

A Time to Live
A Time to Be
In Movement
In Love
And in balance

Words
Will come
Later

Your hands

Your hands

Strongly perceptible
Enfolding my thoughts
With their warmest song

Their sensuous
Musical touch
Unfolding itself
Into the orange
Bursting sparkles
Of my dreams

Blood Moon

I

April
On fire

Swirling
Infinitely
Into the depths
Of its own core

A redness
A scar
A perseverance
Under pressure

A confinement
An oppression
Concentrated
In a tensed point
Of convergence

The bloody
Orange-like
Perfect circle
Dripping inwardly
Overflowing
With an intrusive lava

It will
Burn your heart
Melt your soul
And bruise
Your whole being

To bounce again
In an endless twirl

II

My eyes

Embracing the oceans

Tenderly

Lovingly

Leaving Hell to Hell

Letting go

Digesting

Peacefully

The bitter bites

Of a fading out

Suffering

David White - Poet Author Speaker

http://www.davidwhyte.com/