Les lumières
ont
une couleur amère
la couleur de ma chair
a envahi mon sang
glaçant mes frissons
un echo s'entend
je suis morte dedans

There is a grace in disgrace
And a hope in failure
For there is a chant of happiness
in each of your blood strings
when they flow to your cheek
they tell you to March strong
And hold hope in your deeds
For there is a good step
After a silly whirl
In the dance of your life

Tonight
Tears robbed my frame
Of its tender mien
I am but a tremor
Of a stormy weather
Wrath has taken seat
Kindled a fire in
And is resting crossed legs
In shadows and ill rest
Tomorrow
I might be part-living
Risen by the sunshine
That smothered in the lie
And unmasked the feelings
With a kiss to my eyes

I have found now
My inner peace
In a sunrise
Behind a breeze
I have rested
Along a tree
Dampened
By a
Melodious wind
I have gathered
So many sheaves
Of sun and light
Above a cliff
I am watching
My symphony
Sailing away
Inside I breathe
The sweet music
Is mine to live.

The tenderest embrace
Of your heart in my eyes
Left an impression
Of pure happiness
For your lines
Are now carved in my life

Like shattered clouds I lie
A bruised smile on the sky
Did I tarnish the dawn
With yellow in the hues
And guilt as my cue
Is my trunk undone
And my leaves on the floor
In a pretty evening
Cherished by the living
I hide in the sunrise
Behind the cloud of doubt
Cast on my own light

Bright was the light
Painted on you
When it melted
Shadowy curves
Into the depth
Of your greyness
Soft is the cold
When it tickles
Against your heart
Sharp is the breath
That you engulf
With eyes open
Just then a dream
Stripped your mind
Of its long rest.