Douces Nuits

Absinthe de folie, Fioles d’ivresse et parfums enivrants ; Danse de ta vie Espiègles rondes sans fins. Douceurs, vertes comme de la chair, Laisse-moi croquer tous tes baisers On recommence, Encore, et encore. Là où nous mènent tes pas. Danse sans fin, vol sans voix C’est mon refuge ; ma …

Days of Silence

From when I met you, first time A Rosy dawn painted the sky And all of nature conspired To reflect our world inside Through days of silence we’d glide All was said between our eyes And in our wonder, went blind To the hearts we left behind Nights of song …

The Words I Live In

They say, sometimes words cannot describe what we live. Sometimes living through the experience is the only truth one grasps, when  depicting scenes and landscapes with words is a condemnation. What if…what if, words themselves could be imbued with their own significance, out of any construct that relies upon experience …