Lines - HectorZazou
When the world comes down to this one dark wood
Before our four astonished eyes
To a beach for two faithful children
To a house of music for our clear accord
I will find you
When we are very strong who can hold us back
And very gay how can ridicule harm us
When we are very bad what can they do to us
Dress yourself up
And dance
And laugh
I could never throw love out the window
A lowering morning in July
A taste of ashes fills the air
A smell of sweating wood stains the hearth
Drowned flowers
The spoil of long walks
A misty rain from canals beyond the fields
Why not even trinkets and incense
Smoke always rises from the distant pound
What witch will ascend against the white sunset
What violet streamers will come dropping down
A bell of rosy fire rings in the clouds
Breathing a sweet smell of India ink
A powdery blackness drifts slowly over my lateness
I lower the lights lie down on my bed
And rolled into the shadows I see you
My darlings my queens
