Gilles PLAZY

Poem dedication

From the sky your hand retains the clouds,
your eyes absorb the azure blue.
Be then the cloud swallower,
she who paints the mossy mists
the spectacular aura of light
that your gentle brush alone can seize.

In concentric waves
the light ripples the air,
the eye blinks,
as dawn rises a rainbow
foreshadows the pure mornings.

Who dreams, far from the stones?
Who forgets the darkness of the city?
Who turns away from the moods of men?
Who no longer sees changing opinions?
Who clings to the tail of a cloud?
-- A painter passes.

Gilles Plazy, 1976