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Reach for the blue sky;
Even when you think it's clear,
You'll run into couds.
Vole vers les rêves avec la poussière du crépuscule
Dans ton oeil Oedipien. La Beauté
Scintille dans une des opales de Dieu
Qui te fais apercevoir du ciel le reflet
Alors que tu regardes la cité interdite
A qui on a donné naissance devant le feu expirant
De la parfaite Nature
Fille du furieux Fafnir
Tu ne crains ni le dernier feu ni l’effroi

Te baignant dans l’océan couvert
Idyllique illusion de fusion

Le soleil, se mourant embrassa les coutures
De ta robe cousue d’argent
T’as redonné naissance, déesse grise
Car c’est à son couché
Que ta prêtresse ensorcelée
Née humaine, mais prophète
De l’onirique Orphée

Poète, voilée par ton voeux
Que je saisis les larmes que tu couds

Silence! Je dois ainsi te voir bientôt
Ma magnifique Lune!


Traduit le 7 Décembre 2014,
Université de Californie, Riverside.
Here's the English translation:


Alchemical cycle

Drift away with the dust of dusk
In your Oedipal eye. Beauty
Gleams in one of God’s opals
It makes you see the sky’s refection.
You stare at the forbidden realm
Birthed before the expiring fire
Of Nature’s purest perfection
Daughter of the furious Fáfnir
You neither dread Death nor fear.

Bathing in the overcast ocean
Idyllic illusion of fusion.

The dying Sun, kissing the seam
Of your silvered-sown gown
Revived you, grey goddess
For it is at sundown
Your enticed priestess
Wombed human, but prophet
Of the oneiric Orpheus,

Poet, veiled by your vow,
That I grasp the tear you sow…


Silence! So I shall see you soon
My magnificent Moon!

December 7, 2014
University of California, Riverside
michelle reicks Oct 2013
When you look at me

your eyes change.
                                    from a muddy lake blue
to a golden yellow, shining white

          And I know that
              you are the most gentle
                      soul I've ever met
And I'll make you believe in souls
             just so I can describe
to you
                    how it feels when yours touches mine.

I can see your soul in those eyes
         It leaks out
                     when I talk about the
times I was hurt
            darling.
I have been hurt
                              and your eyes
turn grey like couds
                  when you listen to me
         speak of
                         the past tortures
                  the rapes the cuts
                          the scars the pills
                                  the pills

Your eyes never stay grey.

                     Because after grey comes green.

           Brilliant glowing like a
                     grass-covered hill where I used to
            point out shapes in clouds.
                                                         ­                                           (when I was 8 years old and trusting the
                                                             ­                                        world to keep me grounded; but gravity
                                                         ­                                            never did its job.)
when your eyes are
                        Green,              
                ­                           green grabs me
                   by the waist
                                             pulls me close
                     breathes me in
                                                   and says

"I will not let go
          
                    until you want me to"

But darling
                       your eyes lock tight

around me
              
                           and I like it

here.

— The End —