DEJECTED DEMON 2006-03-12 I am the demon lover from the castle up high In the scraggy mountains Where wisps of mist are blown away To vanish in the plains afar Bare rocks and yew-trees above the cemetery In the distance the sea Where my soul rests at peace. Air currents lick the slopes In irregular flows I dimly sense The atmosphere is turbulent Warm strong winds form the South At altitudes I cannot reach The wider scheme of things eludes me. If I were a hawk I could fly But the demon is down, stranded Like a ridiculous sheep lost in the clouds White fleece looking for a touch of red in the ravine Pascal Legrand Visiteurs : 329 Back to home