cupper days

cupper days diary

i woke up at five in the morning
looking for the hour which doesn't pass
just before the day just after the night
when empty streets allow still to dream

I met this hour before maybe two or three times
just before lonelyness just after meaningless
any step makes you feel you could fly
you never knew it could be so strong

I remember the poet saying when you love
love as much as you can
this is time which loves you

I always thought there's a road you don't wait or search
no woman is a destination there's no port to reach
and while you follow the rules of a non liyng heart
she stands there as she ever was

i lost this road now and can't figure why
just before the pain just after the shame
a heart might as a life have an end too
it keeps me alive but it ain't living anymore

I feel like a sailor wife who still ignores
she is a widow
just before the tide just after the tide
it's a green hollow where a stream gurgles
there was probably a war i missed the name
my name

sébastien Braun