Saturday, May 22, 2010

A flower in your hair, a dress, all white, as snow, and your brown eyes, in them I stay

A flower in your hair, a dress, all white, as snow, and your brown eyes, in them I stay

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I fight lions for you, and men who are like lions,
One can only kill one, as it is about to strike, I know this as I hold my dear pathetic stick,
And I walk, as the ground does cake and break, and i climb the strange mountain, I have never really been seen to know,

The night is dangerous here, as I seek you out, yet move not at all, I’ve hardly left my room,
I seek for you, in nightmares, and in dreams,
In memories, which the world neglects,
I seek you, whom I betrayed,

I seek you, having become suddenly awake,
Suddenly capable, and as awake: in pain!

I seek you, my medicine and more, but not to cure me,
I seek you, in hope that I may be there, as your thing,

Will you find me, as I seek for you,
A flower in your hair, a dress, all white, as snow, and your brown eyes, in them I stay
As I dream of you, the desert in my dreams, the arctic in my blood,
And nothing much left of me as such,

I seek you out, white maiden of hope,
I search for you, whom I love when sane, and when awake,
Eyes close to the world, and the lies of sight, and sound,

I seek you out my love,
May I never cease to believe,
May I always be so deluded: or whatever the world does call me for my quest,
A flower in your hair, a dress, all white, as snow, and your brown eyes, in them I stay
And you stay in my heart, and in mine,

For nothing is like loving you, and nothing compares to being loved by you!

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