BLERIOT 2006-03-12

Xanadu like
I saw a poem writing itself in my sleep
A celtic scroll
There were raised stones
Hard as granite rock
And the magic wand
And the wizard played tricks
Unheard of before.

When I woke up I felt I was a highland zombie
I remembered the boulders in the river
The sky breaking out with thundery water
Forces of nature,
No evil, no fiend,
But roaring spirits flapping like prayer flags
In the wind of the pass, flying over landscapes
Of stalagmites, search lights and red beams
To the blue of your endless abyss eyes.

Gigs and reels from distant caves
Memories of beer fading out
To wine cellars and snowy peaks.
Liquid illusion. Kerosene tank full
Ready for take off today
Wind and weather permitting.


Pascal Legrand

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