L'ivresse des Lucioles

Youth

Mistery of Love - Sufjan Stevens -
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Feeling hazy,

It tastes like bittersweet romance,

late

in the Summer Town.

Sunset is diving fast

through the hills,

holding a sweaty hand.

The sun is burning,

on the top of your shoulders,

Yet hazyier

than never.

Words cannot fail,

crossing the sharp of your lips

And I knew,

your deathly gaze

would gently touch the world

Muse of happiness,

closely entangled

with misery.

Eyes went down,

tenderly playing,

with the stillness

of my reflection in the glass.

Life was fighting,

until your shaking hands

find my own

Then slowly dance,

up to the shore where we used to play

and laugh in loss,

Delight beneath the trees

loudly resonant,

in my opened chest.

What a better time,

to dream

Heavily falling apart,

in the sweetness of the seabed,

down to your empty apartment.

And feel,

like never before,

the delicate scent

of loneliness

Floating in the air,

Heavy on my worn skin,

peacefully

swallowing the sea.

Barefoot on the grass,

I was brushing the light skies,

endlessly treasured

It's asking for more.