la bohème de l'adieu

 

vows are now complete

through those distant valleys 

they spoke utterly, about love and conceit

as we stripped

faith is like a ghost, paciently waiting in the alleys

Into the deep sea of faith 

Into the woods of wraith

the dead still drink-  from the calice 

from which innocence 

once spilt 

is the allure of autumn, the passion's art that sought us

blue moon broods over 

painting us a biblical spell, 

strapped in hunger

whrithing to us, the pale horse

of the phanton hearse

razor's delight, mercy's begiled 

deceive the belief, blindfold of mothers-eyed

i flew too long through a eternal sleep 

i raised hell at all satan's sons night, while siren's weep

down there, wretched men never yeld or sleep

hustling back from their angelic tribes, the merry carry the clay

the druids writing hands, open the page

they claim secrecy 

to all nightmares 

in order for you to climb the race

if you stand there too long, 

waiting for the spurn

- all shadows would listen again

memoirs

of another lost waltz

pounding at doors 

still, through the night

while a gray of shattered idols 

falls on us 

over sleep

a strange rhythm 

now comes from within, 

instilles the beat

wherever it stands, 

mastering shadows 

under this peasant streets

our keeper, waits

in times before time 

in a leap, through a life of traded miseries

 

a storming substance

a demanding will breaks the mold

where mysteries 

of the red sun still marvels

dignity frames, behind our walls

in their rooms, dreamcatchers 

and wrecked infant dolls 

she walks with me

all guile innocence is broken, 

all foreseen delusions 

now awoken

her touch is so gentle, 

so easy to be fond 

my dain remedy, 

in invisible bonds

c'est la bohème de l'adieu

my home girl

keeeps trying all her secret ideas 

for an ideal world

always reminding me

word by word

patiently and undone, 

all the things 

we should had said 

or done

it's her nature call 

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