aux champs-élysées

"i trotted on the avenue my heart opened to the unknowns
i wanted to say hello to no matter whom
no matter whom, it could be you, i'd said anything to you
it was enough to speak to you, just to calm down

you said to me 'i was pinned in a basement with fools
who live guitar-in-hand from dusk till dawn'
then i accompanied you, one sang, one danced
any one who did not even think of embracing oneself

yesterday evening two unknowns and this morning on the avenue
two in love all dazed by the long night
and to the star of concord, form an orchestra with thousand chords
all the birds at day-break singing for the love"

when subtle letters spell

make life faster
love haphazardly
find beauty from disaster;
a makeshift romantic

frantically listen
with untamed ears,
untrained tears fall
before unnamed fears

here in any weather
down for whatever
the clever never settle
when subtle letters spell

the bold type
might not look right
in the wake of last night
but look closer and you might

see more clearly
when the sun dawns
earlier than expected;
a new day undetected

in it

in a lover's trance
embraced
defaced but for the uncertain
certainty of adoration
for another
by another
of another
kind
of being adored
so i abhor being
or rather
abhor being abhorred
for being adored
in this trance
happenstance has no
happy stance with me
take lightly
this make believe
and make believe we
are one
of a kind
to bind and display
the array of subtleties
displayed before your
royalty
and know that
i - no, we -
are in it
to win it