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Ciel Noir Jul 2018
There was a little weaver long ago
Who wove her warp and weft upon the shore
Upon the other side a love long lost
The river was too deep for her to cross

Upon the seventh day, the seventh Moon
The little weaver stepped back from her loom
She ran to the river to meet her love
Where black and white birds circled up above

She saw him waiting on the other shore
So close to her, and yet so very far
There was no bridge, and she began to cry
She wished upon the stars that she could fly

The circling birds took notice of her prayer
And one by one they came down from the air
Row upon row, the black-white rustling wings
Over the river softly whispering

The moment she believed her blurry eyes
She ran upon light feet into the sky
Higher and ever higher did she ride
Over the bridge and down the other side

At last she and her lost love could be near
On feathered feet she flitted without fear
Across the sky she ran the narrow way
To meet the one she loved for just one day

She floated gently to the starry shore
And there she saw the man who she adored
Her heart was whole, her love no longer lost
Her stars fell from the sky no longer crossed

She ran into his arms and wept with joy
An endless love which time could not destroy
For still we tell the story of their love
Where the world turns on the wing of the dove
Ciel Noir Jul 2018
If I could reach out
Connect to all of you alike
Weave the world into one web
Then I could never run away again

If I could mould you
Into one whole
Where could I go
To be alone
Ciel Noir Jul 2018
Nothing is real but what's before my
Eyes
And all the other points of view are
Lies
They say that there are other worlds but
I
Don't think so, I'm not looking at the
Sky
Ciel Noir Jul 2018
ce Mercredi
après midi
ceux-ci sont les États-Unis

notre pays et sa genèse
c'etais dix-sept cent soixante-seize

rouge sur la rouge pour liberté
et pour la blanc l'égalité
le bleu a dilué le thé
notre version de la vérité

le monde reste mobile
et sur l'empire
le soleil se couche t'il
Ciel Noir Jul 2018
tree
light with flowers
hope
heavy with apples
joy
Ciel Noir Jun 2018
The vulture is a peaceful bird
She watches, circles patiently
Waiting for life to become death
So she can gather what she needs

The vulture does not maim or slay
And causes neither harm nor strife
She walks in the shadow of death
And so turns death back into life
Ciel Noir Jun 2018
I cannot see beyond the waves
This does not mean I am afraid
For there are deeper storms than these
And I have sailed much darker seas
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