Love Song

I lie here thinking of you:-

the stain of love
is upon the world!
Yellow, yellow, yellow
it eats into the leaves,
smears with saffron
the horned branches that lean
heavily
against a smooth purple sky!
There is no light
only a honey-thick stain
that drips from leaf to leaf
and limb to limb

spoiling the colors
of the whole world-

you far off there under
the wine-red selvage of the west!

En guerra y siempre cojeando contenta. Sin enloquecer, sin palidecer, sin mostrar debilidad. Calmada hacia algún lugar no muy cercano.

Y me cuesta decirlo, he hallado lo que siempre he estado buscando, al menos ha permanecido ahí, donde lo necesito.

No quiero pensar en negativo, quiero seguir la luz, quiero  

p e r m a n e c e r  .

Todo lo que quiero está enfrente de mi, y ya no quiero seguir mirando. Me basta con tener la nostalgia, la nostalgia de no sentirme melancólica pero me siento mejor así, me siento más viva así.

I am alright.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

 

a little clarity is always needed.

If you ever had a real heart, I don't think you'd know where to start.

The phrase "We'll always have Paris" doesn't always apply.