She cast her shadow
The face of five snakes
A majestic impression of lace
Dreams of a musc candle tree
Through a garden of passion
Leaving a house of organized matches
I awaken to the march of golden stars
Fit with pipes of wood
Falling into the dust
That rises to my death
As the tiles of life decay
Without the light of my reflection
In a time when I fell in love
The care for hearts is slow
When my desire for you aches
Curling sponge of broken space
Lets me switch to safety
Like a water chain reaction
The one my spirit snatches
When knives have scars
It's not like the children would
Take green paths of lust
Like the riddles in my breath
Thinking they might fade
Now a time of dedication
Like peace in a glove
(c) Marc Noël 1998
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