Chiaroscuro romance with the sea

 

 

 

  

Les coquillages se perdent dans la chevelure ondulatoire de la mer. 

Nos idéaux, portés par le remous des vagues iodées, fusionnent.

Floral kisses and sunset goodbyes, 

the sound of holy devils singing "die, die, die!" 

The earth split up, and dreams fell apart; 

it is the midnight glory, 

the crucial lie, so lonely, 

crawling itself a way into your veins; 

dark flowing vessels carrying Charon's message, 

carving the oblivion in our language: 

life after death after life after what? 

what is the goal after all? 

This maze we're caught in 

is nothing but a craze we've bought, dear; 

ten thousands squid embryos looking at us; 

sad sad eyes attempting to drown humanity 

and sink it into despair. 

Enfolding their black preened wings 

to enrapture our self-loathed souls lacking seeds of humanity; 

Encouraging dark mean links to grow and stir 

the holy devils raging inside instinctively.

As you vanish like a dying star in the twilight of your thoughts;
I'd love to pick you like a delicate forget-me-nots,
caught in the magic web of words
-sometimes sweet, sometimes sour
invocations of thy name; thy joy; thy sorrow.
As you're darting though the dark forest of dreams,
setting fire to the daffodils;
I crave to follow you;
tiny dragonfly hanging on your wings
and waving sweet goodbye to the older you and me.

If lovers have to die,
dreamers should one day part,
eternity is but a beloved lie
adorned with promises of the lark.
In the reverie of one night,
I foresee the destiny of thy bleeding heart;
glowing unforgiven tears;
concealed with loathsome happy smiles.
Could thou be more paradoxical,
hidden in your cabin of fantasies-how magical-
daydreaming this crappy carousel would one day end?
Admired for your contradiction,
my walking enigma;
I shall never touch your pure aura
for fear my love diluted your sweet apparition.