Deep in the shadows of the evening Dans ma Rue plays from crackling warm electric speakers Lines of Piaf, puff of smoke, drinks of vapor of wild parfum Clouds flank the east marching as if men in distant horizons Silhouettes of dragons line the pockets of my mind And in their distant knowingness nothing more than vapor Steam Grease Glistening Mercury The sea She pours out like wine at my thighs I see turmoil below but before me Her face hidden in shadow A vivid beast with torrid fits of madness That reminds me of my own For what the world can be sometimes But the sea she exists it seems above the surface of the earth Yet she is not so much a lover atop sands but a belonging of the sky For she is the perfection reflection of tranquility turned violent A woman gone mad from forever spent in freedom Her formlessness, her bounty Her blue eyes echoing over mountains that retreat to grey Crisp sharp lines of cliffs dive away into her arms Such deceiving mischievous arms How she never bleeds Nor falls How her strength evades you till youre in her clutches How she loves and lives and never dies or maybe never loves and so she never lives But she marvels at the earth, forever in dance with the shoreline And two eyes, my eyes marvel back at her eternal steel gaze Ah.......... Over my marvelous chorus of echos and swells Sounds of Piaf fill my ears like the velvet sound of little confessions of verite My mind set adrift as if a cloud upon a ravine I see from above the nature of things As if a bird Wireless. Effortless Surrendering to the feeling of suspension Invention! In her cry, her voice, her force I hear suddenly Something unlike a memory A formless form of imagination A feeling The first true-felt words spoken to me in ages by a spirit gone ages before me Cetait une histoire Damour.... rang out against the waving palms. They shivered and shuddered in the ever changing breeze And at once I was afflicted with the memory of Paris, my lips burning, my hands frozen, and the macarons.... I could hear the shuffling in the streets, the taxis at G D N, the boulangeries opening But my eyes My dreaming eyes left me They fell to the sand where my hands traced your name When sunshine nearly blinded me, and the sea lapped in her eve- playing game Small footprints clinging to an afternoon memory Foreign letters swallowed by shadow A carving lost beneath this maddened woman, Sea She took you, the Atlantic Grain by grain Carried a message within her arms From the Western Pacific out to the areas of the world where we may never see Perhaps to you Who knows, the sea This Western sea, shes a reminder of our freedom How we never walk really knowing, only hoping Hoping for instance somewhere in the southern Cape of South America Theyll take a turn to the North and my sea, shell find you And send a little love your way.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 23:07:58 +0000
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