Thursday, September 9, 2010

Where is my lover, where is my friend?

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I stand on a hill,
My feet still, sweat!
My feet are sore,
I've walked,
Walk- my epithet!

I wondering star,
A broken shooting star!

As I fly-
My life drips-
Out my dear hearts!

Shall you drink my silver blood-
Shall you leave it to sin, and waste?

Drink my heart,
My blood, dear maiden!

Forget of how to sin,
Learn again love!

Do not abet evil,
Nobody wins!

Drink my blood love,
It falls from my wings,
And drops from my heart,
It flows on the winds!

On the winds of your thoughts,
Winds of your heart!
And wheresoever you head,
I float on your draft!

As the sun rise and set!
Set your heart to True North,
Set your heart on our God!
I'll follow you there!

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