I searched for you through the skies of my dreams, the lakes of tears
The forests of my thoughts

My roots that sought an alien land
My star a new sky

Seeking lips and finding a soul
Wanting fire and drinking water

In these brumal times
Your green shelters me

My seamstress, you knit my dreams
My flower girl, bringing blue, ethereal flowers
Bringing garlands of kisses

Her arms destined to my lands with oils and fragrances
Of oranges and roses

Her hands: little butterflies
Orange and paper-like

The silver of her smile
The green of her eyes

Green like the forest
Where the barriers to our love fall like trees
Where lighting strikes like the insanity of love
Where the fire burns, one night and one only.

Her dress was not long
And violet
And deathlike

But rather yellow, like
Bees, Gold, Stars
Sunflowers
Long and straight; Nature’s warriors
Stretched to the sun itself
To you, luminous and desirable

Here in the skies and pines we danced again
And
Again

Embraced
Again
And
Again

Fell like the world’s great plates to each other’s mercies
Villages ravaged except for the gingerbread town hall
Towns abandoned except for grandiose vessels
Great cities lay ruined except for silver churches
Nations far and wide desolate except for the dream factory,
Butterflies in transparent cases, ivy like secrets in the walls

Yet in these winters came springs greater and fuller
The gingerbread lost taste to rich cream
Flight came and left
The spire glowed golden
The ivy grew like obelisks and the butterflies
Carried the dreams far and wide

But found one another once
Like a child; a mother
Like a star, a soul: the sky

And lost once
He, consuming the desert sand
Oblivious to his coat of embraces wore his garment of tears

The vagabond searched like the dried river for the sea
Eternally

Before night hushed the earth as winter
Broke dreams like glass
Tucked him into the earth as a mother

But he rose like a butterfly, his soul
Empty and solitary

The desert,
Long and unending like a serpent

Peopled with circus troupes and Gypsies
I too am forgotten, without a name, a home

The wind sings your name,
The stars dance in the arms of the night

The moon is full of light and I of loneliness
Above the sky you wait in a sea of resting stars

The moon is your heart,
Comets your long stringy hair

The stars one by one depart on a train
Of shadows

And I imagine I am the ruler of the desert,
Stepping on a sand tower to embrace you

As if I was the tide rising to the moon

We are a clan of stoic beings
Even our tears glow of mercury
A wolf runs in our screams
Stone lips and hearts

Only she truly feels
She is the tree rustling like the rain
The river alone like an orphan
Cut with our machetes,
Bruised with our footsteps

She falls into a coma
White, bitter, deathlike

Until we resurrect her as if our saviour
With slaughtering hands

Hands that end in the wrong places
In her violet lips, mountain breasts

She walks toward death, with narcotics
Of sodium and sulphur

Only her soul the sun,
Our hands will never feel

1. Your water, your words, phrases nourish my life worn roots
The fire of passion burns my wooden soul

In your eyes there is a sea of colors,
Azure oceans, turquoise forests, fuchsia skies

I am infatuated by the scent of your soul,
when the little star that brought our hands together burns through the night

Your smile, a little vessel sails through the lakes of my tears
And brings me to the leafy isles of your soul

The tides rise to the moons and I rained on by misery,
Cold by neglect, rise through the waters

Past the mountains of your breasts, the rough cut diamonds of your eyes
For the star of your soul

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2. Votre eau, vos mots, vos phrases nourri mes racines portées par la vie
Le feu de la passion brûle mon âme de bois

Dans tes yeux il y a une mer de couleurs,
Des Mers azur
Des forêts sarcelle
Un ciel fuchsia

Je suis entiché
Par l’odeur de votre âme
Quand la petite étoile a amené nos mains
Brûle dans la nuit

Votre sourire, est un petit navire qui navigue à travers les lacs de mes larmes
Et m’amène aux îles arborées de votre âme

Les marées montent à la lune et la misère pleut sur moi
Froide par la négligence, je me lève des eaux froides

Je passe les montagnes de vos seins, les diamants de vos yeux
Pour l’étoile de votre âme