Child; Mother; Stranger – A Poem

Such wonder the child sees, hand in hand with his mother,
As he matches the vacant gaze of a passerby-other.
Do we remember what they see, in you, in me ?
Please tell me how it feels, to be pure, to be free. 

Will we ever regain those lasting simple moments ?
Where we abstain ourselves from unqualified judgments.
Where in the world can we find such a thing ?
Where the church-bells ring, where the songbirds sing.

Year by year the world will leave its mark,
Fate by fate the angels will disappear, hark !
Its by looking at you that innocence is destroyed,
Its in looking at me that they find their souls devoid.

Such wonder the child sees, hand in hand with his mother,
As he matches the vacant gaze of a passerby-other.
Do we remember what they see, in you, in me ?
Please tell me how it feels, to be so pure, to be so free.

The Unknown – A Poem

A foray into the unknown
Is never a waste. 

Make haste, child, and discover:
Know, that though it may not be
To your unrefined taste,
Any venture made
Is greater
Than one not. 
 
Rules, son, exist in the mind,
And at birth, we are blank
As paper untraced:
Be yourself,
Always moving forward.
 
Our experiences are like pencil shadings,
Never pen, son;
Never pen, always pencil. 

Our thoughts are like a rubber:
From the pencil's chaos,
We can always erase
And trace, son,
A beautiful rose.
 
You can lead
The life you desire:
All you need
Is experience.
Original Photography By Jack Lecerf