Jean-Philippe LACHOT
now gathered in front of my eyes the reminiscences of Lohengrin and Tannhäuser legends, here stands witness of the ideal world that the king had created to replace a present from which he has withdrawn, the achievement of a desire to translate dream and illusion in reality.
in stillness enshrined through time, my past splendor fell asleep to the never, there’s nothing here but memories.
foreshadowed by the ravens of unknown existence, through the darkened world once gray and gloom, the stream from cold winds is announcing the return of a world that was forgotten.
belief is a far away land, beatitude a lifetime’s journey, i feel you here and it keeps me sane.
as i stare at my reflection, i see my present and my past, a wandering vision into extant realm.
lights have gone down, ceiling turned dark, staring at the empty ballroom i relive the dance with the 7 ladies.
breathing through the undertow, lashed out by avidity, beaten up by the elements, i struggle to survive.
overhanging fiercely on the rock, no wave assault can make it drown, it has been shaped for eternity.
from here, somewhere & nowhere 