The Philosopher’s Attic

Te voir, te regarder.
Construire chaque jour,
chaque heure,
chaque minute,
comme une cathédrale,
menée par un savoir arcane,
perdu il y a des ères,
tombé dans le fonds
de toute chose.

Te regarder, te voir.
Voué par l’heure,
tendu pour rire,
chambre après chambre,
d’une maison indissoluble
par le temps,
solidifiée par le passé,
illuminée par les étincelles
d’un futur
construit jour par jour,
heure par heure,
minute par minute.

Un cathédrale de lumières et de rires éternels.

Rallume mon coeur de milles morts,
quand le moment sera opportun,
quand le jour sera bien,
quand je ne serais plus qu’une goutte,
plus qu’une mémoire,
une brillance
de tout ce qui aurait dû être,
tout ce que nous aurions dû voir
et tout ce qui aurait pu me faire vivre.

Rallume mon coeur de mille mots,
comme des étincelles,
dans une feu trop brûlant,
des pierres blanches
dans une rivière trop profonde.

Qu’aurons-nous fait de nous,
un jour dans ce future qui jamais
ne franchira la dernière frontière
entre ici, maintenant et une fois, là?

Qu’aurons-nous dit
à ceux qui autrefois nous demandèrent,
et maintenant se taisent?

Aurons-nous eu assez de tout et de rien?

Rallume mon coeur
qui finalement a fini de battre dans tes mains nues.
Après tant de peurs et tant de pleurs.
Après le dernière mot et la dernière larme.

When do we really dare to know, dare to care?
There is a silent whisper whenever the clouds separate themselves,

torn apart by insensitive finger of windy heights,
blown to the extremes of this world,

a whisper that prolonged and minded, speaks of eternity.

With words that no language can bear nor hold,
a symphony of continuous harmony,
creating ever on, like the waves that continue to roll

one after the other, into and onto this land,
into my heart and your eyes.

Heavy heart and heavy soul,
I lay my head onto the cold steps of your impassible cruelty,
and just as before nothing happens.

No shift, no change,
not the smallest bit
of light to pierce the darkening fog,
not the faintest drop
of humility to lift the weighing silence.

I’ve did my share,
did more than I can bare,
ripped my heart out,
closed off my essence
fearing it might break,
ignored the calls
that beckoned me for oh, so long,

Calling me to stretch my wings,
follow my heart and dreams,
and a love deeper than anything
that haunts this visible world,
take up my word and carry it into the world.

Calling me to him,
the one that had been waiting for me for so long,
and that would be my gateway to Oneness.

This is my crime.
These are my tears,
that have fallen short in the face of your indolence.

I will not change you and today,
bathing in holy fire,
I forgive at last.

If I could have dream of gold and clarity,
that one moment where the fever stops
and your peace sets in.

If I could dream your ways
and wish to live through them,
through You,
trough us and nothing else.

If I could choose to have nothing but you
in every move, every tear and every wish

If I could aim for your glory and your light,
could lay it all down,

what I would be,
what I could be,
what I’ll never be
and
what I’ll never see

If I could wish for just one dream,
one aim and goal,
that dream would be of you.

There’s gravel under my feet,
making the sweetest and most chilling noise ever to be heard by dead ears and a dead mind.

Amongst that flawless beauty and this awful turn around,
I can’t seem to find the pearl of your light that used to guide me.
The one thing to ever make me whole again.

The one sound I really need to hear.

Your whispering in my blood and bones,
your love forever to protect me.

There is dying in the world today,
Somewhere in the world there’s something lost and someone losing,
while I am here listening to the silence waiting for God’s word to reach me.

Someone’s lost and eternally found while I walk over the bones of the dead,
the most chilling noise to be heard.

To bring the fire back into your eyes,
to make the walls around your heart tremble and then break,
to see the life in your eyes once more,
to feel your trembling touch on broken skin once again,
to solicit that special blush, that unbearable shudder,
to light the sky with one single look,
one single well placed kiss,

I will love you without a word or look,
without touch or nearness,
with a passion that will remain,
painful, eternal and unreal.

I will love you while you will conquer the world,
your fear and darkness.
While you become the one you were meant to be,
go where you’re meant to go and
love who you’re meant to love,
and sparkle the world with laughter.

To die in solace,
to suffer in twilight,
to end it all in one single thought,
to choose what cannot be found,
to hold on to your dying look,
to love at last.
With every heart, every fibre and every inch of my mind.
With every seed of heavenly lyrics and harmony,
with every eye and tear…

I will love you.

For all the people unconsciously wishing me the best,
for all the thoughts sent into this direction,
hoping for me to finally get up and make that choice.
For all the well mannered and discrete inquiries,
the undecided and unwanted partaking,
for every whim and expression only barely disguising that one last question,
for all it matters and all it doesn’t, this is what anyone would have to say…

Get out and turn around, because you’re not helping anyone.
Breathe out and let the projection rush out of you, because you’re not bringing any clarity.
Keep going and don’t come back.

Let me tear myself up into the tiniest pieces,
without rhyme or verse,
my future and my past.

Let me cry my soul down into an endless pit,
into the depths of what you would call your hell,
and I simply call… my own heaven.

- To an absolute Extreme, an Idol of Inspiration, D.M.

There’s something that needed exploring: the theme of an unrequited love that has been loved and been precious for such a long time that it is like an old friend in your mind and your way to look at the world. And what if that old friend suddenly changed in the face of hope, even the smallest one. That’s what needed to be discussed and that’s how I fulfilled the premise.