Your E
E, I dreamt of you last night
It was wonderful to see your beautiful face again
We traveled across the ocean
To the land of your birth
To see you in your element did my heart good
This is where you belong with me
Showing me who you are, your history
The woman you are now was born of this place
A land of simplicity and ideals
In a perfect world we would plant roots here
Raise a family here and love each other with passion
Following in the footsteps of your ancestors
In a few minutes this dream will end
And I will be back again without you my E
How could this be you’re not in my life
The Gods of love must be turning over in their sleep
That we sleep alone without each other
When the thing I want most is to find the road back to your heart.
Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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6:58 pm
11-25-06
posted by Dean @ 11/26/2006 09:02:00 PM
1 Comments:
The Question
Love, a question
has destroyed you.
But I still came back to you
from thorny uncertainty.
I want you straight as
the sword or the road.
But you insist
on keeping a nook
of shadow that I do not want.
My love,
understand me,
I love all of you,
from eyes to feet, to toenails,
inside,
all the brightness, which you kept.
It is I, my love,
who knocks at your door.
It is not the ghost, it is not
the one who once stopped
at your window.
I knock down the door.
I enter your life.
I live in your soul:
you cannot cope with me.
You must open door to door,
you must obey me,
you must open your eyes
so that I may search in them,
you must let me walk
with heavy steps
along all the roads
that, blind, are waiting for me.
Do not fear.
I am yours,
but
I am not the passenger or the beggar
I am your master as you are mine,
I am the one you were waiting for,
and now I enter
your life,
no more to leave it,
love, love, love,
but to stay.
Pablo Neruda
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