Après la pluie le beau temps

Posted in quatorzain by maggie on 2006/12/01
Après la pluie le beau temps

And after that, the luxury of sleep,
and after that, the dreams the girl forgot,
and after that, rare promises to keep,
and after that, pure joy the sunrise brought,
and after that, the sounds to fill the song,
and after that, the blood to make it warm,
and after that, the edge where it's most strong,
and after that, I crawl into the storm.

My own words were but sacrifice to yours
whose terror voiced the holiness you bear,
and with your sacred mystery concurs.

Your voices won't be lost within the crowd
and will be kept long after this affair
on lips to speak their prophecies aloud.

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  1. namelessneed said, on 2009/08/16 at 20:57

    my god

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