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Cormac Jun 2019
Il viendra un jour
Que je me retenais plus
Que je regardais l'heure
Que je deviendra fou

Que échappera de ma bouche
Des mots
Trop tôt
Et inattendu

'Maintenant, je t'aime' je dirais
Mais t'inquiete
Ma chérie
C'est surement menti

Mais non
Dans le sens
Que tu peux
Peut-être y penser

Parce que, mon cœur
Ce que tu sais pas..
Depuis la premier moment
C’était déjà le cas.
Cormac Jun 2019
There will come a day
That I look into your eyes
When my lips will say
To your surprise

The words you fear
'Now, I love you'
But don't worry my dear
They won't be true

For all this time
For all this space
The cited status
Was always the case
Cormac Mar 2019
It was the first day.
The wash on round stones,
To my left, the sea was busy,
Washing softer, rounder ones.

The Sun moved its support,
To the actions to the South,
None prepared, none compared,
And so words laid idle in mouth.

Her descent to the shoreline,
Closing in from the right,
And I, standing awkward,
She, invaded my eyes.

So gentle the motions,
As softly the greeting,
So dissolved my notions,
Of mastering this meeting
Cormac Mar 2019
Of the oxygene in your veins
Of the always invited breath of air
Of the sunlight spark in your eyes
Of the wind that moves your hair

To be close as the cloth
To be loyal as your shadow
To be the reflecting mirror
To be your movements follow
Cormac Mar 2018
I'm sorry
I thought I was stronger
Should have waited longer
Couldn't have been wronger.
Cormac Mar 2018
Death becomes himself

He climbs, ivy finger'd
On the shadowy rise
Death drives His chariot
Drawn by stallions on fire

Oftimes He approaches
Silent, on velvety hooves
Toying with his prey
As the cat teases wool

Perhaps His indulgence
The warnings first sound
Foreseeing the inevitable
The fall to the ground

But I

Not yet
Mr. Death
Not yet

I will fight your marching
At every advance
And battle you out
To the last stance

That you will know as you claim
The remains of my earthen hide
That I have fully worn it out
Well before you arrived
Cormac Mar 2018

Icy fingers commanding a Mistral touch
Stretched over alpine peaks and such
Was their cold descent between land and sea
A shiver came forth and she enveloped me

Hesitation's fruit - doubt to my right, uncertainty left
The soul frightened, risking happiness bereft
Waiting the moment, feeling drunk without drink
Should disappointment reign, or what would she think?

But there, the image woke to the real
She smiled past me, her beauty revealed
Doubt chose retreat, hesitation took flight
Blinded by the former, now recovering sight

Myopic observations confuse the inner eye
Programmed conclusions limit the mind
The hidden secret, well known to Youth
It's the eye of the beholder decides its own truth
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