Sleeping

Green constellations of burnt-out stars

Sit placidly amongst the other plants

Of this forest where I imagine

Battles raging beyond help

Or supreme peace.

In the corner of my eye I see

A unicorn canter through the trees,

Swift as light, here at home, at ease.

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On the side of the path,

Just before the fatal fall into oblivion

A little mushroom stands strong.

A warrior lost in his way,

Still clean of murder; white as the moon.

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Occasionally there’s a silent pixie,

Disguised as a wild flower I don’t know.

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When I catch my breath,

Wandering how any soldier could kill

After climbing such a vertical chemin,

I lay a tender hand on this

Sleeping army.

I smile with the stumbling sun,

And surrender.