It could have been a heartbeat ago
When they last looked up at the same moon.
But time can also be counted with tides or cries
Daily sunsets or the blinks of their eyes.
Sometimes can be never and someday could be soon.
Time stopped when the prince came back from his journey
Back to his planet, back to his flower
Where the moss on the ground still had his footprint from where he flew
On her petals still dripped the tears from that cold morning dew
But it felt life forever
Since they could look at the stars at the same time
Without wondering in which one the other slumbers.
And now they can.
Now they can touch and smell and taste one another
Fill the irregular texture of their bare skin
And now they can count time with the rythmth of their breath
Warm whispers that melts the icy tears dripping from their chin.
The silence has filled space
For a time that feels pleasantly longer
Than the tides and sunsets spent lookimg for each other
As they were torn asunder.
Suddenly everything stops
Things start making sense once more
And they can show their true colour.
Leur couleur, leur odeur
Particules qui tirent de leur sommeil l’espace d’un instant
Leurs sens emportant
A la dérive le prince et sa fleur
Comme ces cours d’eau
Qui serpentent sous leur peau
Mais au loin, invisible, inaudible, cette figure qui attend,
Inodore, incolore, assoiffée de sang,
Qu’il se pique le doigt sur sa rose,
Afin de saisir sa chance.
But the prince doesn’t need
The rose to bleed.
Now that he’s back, awaken
Time flows again, and so does his blood as his chest moves once more
But he still has scars that are open
Oozing on the shore
Near a sea full of foul souls
And now the wind blows wild
Cold or warm
It stabs every inch of their being
A hooded figure walking.
Reunited in this chaos still prospering
Seeds thrown on the fields will be growing
In an instant, the time has passed
They’re back together but he has past
Reunited with love, reunited with more
He’s back and she’s coming.