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Next to you
Far from me
“Next to you
Far from me
A feeling
Just an emotion
Nothing more
Anything ’s gone
Your senses
My essence
Far from you
Next to me
Next to you
Far from me
A murmur
Just a sigh
Nothing less
Anything’s broken
Your lullaby
My silence
Far from you
Next to me
Next to you
Far from me
A whistle
Just a chorus
Nothing more
Anything ’s gone
Your song
My lyrics
Far from you
Next to me
Next to you
Far from me
A hazard
Just a coincidence
Nothing less
Anything ’s forsaken
Your destiny
My fate
Far from you
Next to me
Next to you
Far from me
An eclipse
Just a halo
Nothing more
Anything’s dead
Your presence
My memories
Far from you
Next to me.”
©Gisèle-Luce de Christian-James
Pouring rain
“The rain is pouring on the past
Slowly wiping away my memories
All is now so calm and quiet
This emotion I’ve never reached
Feeling like a drop of cristal dew
My childish fears still floating
Somewhere high in the purple sky
The moon sewn next to my heart
I listen to the sound of silence
Petrified by the deafening echo
Trying to flee from this muteness
Bound by my late chaos grazing my skin
Can’t believe the darkness has gone
I’ve always found my place amongst the ashes
And here I am not allowed to shine
This light is so dazzling it blinds me
A black veil embroiders on my eyes
I’ve prayed so many years to perceive this halo
But in the lumen i feel so insecure
I would have given up everything
Each part of myself to fill the well
As life blossoms in my soul I suffocate
I was used to the shadows of my breathes
Drawing this side of me on my face
A disguise turning into shapes of reality
The mask of the weakness within my being
The strengths of my distorted murmurs
And then brights the unlikely sun
This miracle I was expecting for so long
How stupid was I to drap myself in this mirage?
I should have known better the dark in me
Even the stars stab my blurred down line
Underneath the surface of my prints
I can’t recognize what made me alive
By taming the penumbras you’re belonging to them
Staring at the wax of this consuming candle
Dripping from fake sparkles endlessly
I remember the sensation of this freedom
The one I still sings when the thunder rolls
You can never fight away a score of tears
Cause though the time passing by
There’s one thing that ever remains
Above the promises i kneel before
I don’t wanna be an ember of rainbow
The rain is pouring on my past
Slowly raising up my memories.”
©Gisèle-Luce de Christian -James
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You and I were
More than echoes in the night
We were more than
The green grass in an open field
You and I were more
Than the dusty
Moon beams
On a quiet summer night
We were in-love
We were soulmates
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Echos in the night. I hear them often, I often wonder if they hear me.
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A summer night
“You and I were
More than echoes in the night
We were more than …
The green grass in an open field
You and I were more
Than the dusty
Moon beams
On a quiet summer night
We were in-love
We were soulmates
You and I were
More than stars in the sky
We were more than
The milky way in an obscure day
You and I were more
Than the screamy
Blood beats
On a dark summer night
We were in- love
We were soumates
You and I were
More than furthears in the air
We were more than
The time chiming loud
You and I were more
Than the heavy
Breathes clouds
On an eternal summer night
We were in-love
We were soumates
You and I were
More than shadows in the lengths
We were more than
The moans in an orchestra
You and I were more
Than the hazy
Winds blows
On a last summer night
We were in-love
We were soulmates ”
©Gisèle-Luce de Christian-James
L'ultime orgueil
“Au seuil de au revoir , tout est si dérisoire, que même les souvenirs en deviennent illusoires.
Rien ne compte plus, tout n'est que deja vus, les sentiments sont peu d'émotions perdues.
L'appel de l'oubli, sans crainte de sombrer dans la folie, doucement une vie s'enfuit.
Nul besoin de regretter, destin est ainsi tramé, et aucune saison ne dure à jamais.
Se revoir à l'été joyeux, dansant au printemps malheureux, l'hiver et l'automne soucieux.
Sentir le parfum du temps, d'une heure, d'un instant, et le laisser s'évanouir lentement.
L'existence est un passage, quelques ridules sur un visage, une empreinte qui s'efface.
Se suffire de ce qui nous blesse, l'absence et la tristesse, des mémoires, une détresse.
Ivre de sanglots, le coeur ne portera guère plus beau, que le noir de ces maux.
Les yeux déjà s'égarent, tout un voyage en ces regards, ici, ailleurs ou nulle part.
Volutes irisées mordant écume, l'âme au corps de brume, l'esprit glanant amertume.
La beauté est souvent cruelle, et le sang est larme du ciel, l'infini peut-être de l'éternel.
L'orgue tonne oraison, le glas d'une souffrance à l'unisson, et la chorale douce d'une chanson.
Virginales en deuil, des couronnes de roses sur mon cercueil , la mort, cet ultime orgueil .”
©Gisèle-Luce de Christian-James
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