la bohème de l'adieu

 

vows are now completed 

through our distant valleys 

ancient trees blossoming in the alleys

blue moon brooding over 

painting us a woven spell, an inner repentance that yield's

a sinner's bleed, for someone who's never guilty 

hustling back to race the climb

another lost waltz

still pounding 

at doors through the night

my flame, your flame 

destiny

that revealed us higher plains

a gray of shattered idols falling on us over sleep

the sickness from within, is now instilling the beat

wherever she stands, mastering the shadows 

in the peasant streets

our keeper 

into times before time 

a leap, 

through a life in black & white

high harmonies

creating the forged illusive self 

condemnation to all blindness

in here honesty pays its dues

dignity frames

behind the wall

in their room, the bought doll

she walks with me

our chains are broken, the foreseen delusions 

now awoken

her essence, undergoing 

through ceremonies

in a bash of illusions,

her touch so gentle, so easy to be fond

our dain remedy, in invisible bonds 

fantasies rising from incomplete histories

c'est la bohème de l'adieu

new age sun over the hills

blends over

and all wonders 

now yearn 

for all our dream's matter

for unbound, 

leaning ways

where once only 

a pain trespassed us from the start

nightly cities in a rush, 

lush lights 

flickering

through highways envisioned

my home girl

trying now

her secret ideas 

for an ideal world

always reminding me

word by word

patiently and undone, 

the things 

we should had said 

or done

it's her nature call 

again

always in a urge to kill 

or breed

after the flood, 

be my main stain 

be my new place to hide

within 

our liberation

a new constellation

will shape us the clouds 

will shape us the rooftops

getting us ready 

for some more stories 

from the gutter

- where all stray cats 

know their way home