Waiting  

We wait here in the movement of lines
You are drifting by the wind
Your drunkness claims more
I saw your transparent world of bottles
Keeper of this foolish and unexpected time

I capture your waves
Tes ondes cervicales
Who projects its effects of my dream
of voyage

Liquéfiée par les larmes de ces quelques amours
pendus au bout des étoiles qui faisaient briller
nos yeux.

You are pulverized by those tears of
some loves hanged up on the stars

You can still touching this soul
who flows on your anxious years

Tu peux encore toucher cette âme qui gicle
sur des temps moins anxieux

My marrow claims your bones

You want forgetting you are possessing
some nerves who explose in your veins

Pour oublier un instant que tu as des nerfs
des nerfs qui creusent comme des vers de tête
de terre de corps de chair qui se faufilent
qui te montent à l'esprit
Quelle absurde vie!

Is it a hurricane? White hurricane of your life
White as the insomnia

© 2006 Christine Comeau