ashen-faced he was,
because of love,
yes
his heart was still beating,
but the blood refused to run,
to circulate,
to feed his mind,
the reasonable part of it
I don’t want you to cry,
but I’ll tell you this:
He was much like a young seagull,
but with a broken wing;
a lonely bird on the beach,
hungry beyond despair
he had been waiting for an extraordinary wave
to crush him,
then to carry him away,
into the Night,
and out of reach of the burning grip of passion
they say that time is cold,
because its hand must be able to scatter
hot stars as well as men and women,
so there is distance or coldness in between you and me:
in daylight,
in darkness
this morning when I found him—
his face was pale and wet like fog
before he took his last breath he asked me,
“Where could the ship go without a sail?”
because of love,
yes
his heart was still beating,
but the blood refused to run,
to circulate,
to feed his mind,
the reasonable part of it
I don’t want you to cry,
but I’ll tell you this:
He was much like a young seagull,
but with a broken wing;
a lonely bird on the beach,
hungry beyond despair
he had been waiting for an extraordinary wave
to crush him,
then to carry him away,
into the Night,
and out of reach of the burning grip of passion
they say that time is cold,
because its hand must be able to scatter
hot stars as well as men and women,
so there is distance or coldness in between you and me:
in daylight,
in darkness
this morning when I found him—
his face was pale and wet like fog
before he took his last breath he asked me,
“Where could the ship go without a sail?”
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[Picture: E by reading_is_dangerous]
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I'm sorry for english readers but my english isn't enough well in order to write my comment.
ReplyDeleteE - hé ::le présent contient la marque du monde à venir.
Les trois barres du E sont comme les vêtements de l'âme : pensée équilibrée, la parole et l'action.
Alors après le Down, le Up ?
Upon last breath he asks
ReplyDeleteWhere can this ship go
With love torn apart
Her bow and stern damaged
Robbing positive thought
Heart overrides dreams
Pain Extreme...
The shore is closeby
Arms of another heart
Void and helpless
In the dark.
Wind will fill broken sails
Breeze through voids
Upon the wave
To a better shore !
There is another heart
As void beyond
Finding it is the journey.