Not Yet
Destituted from the highest throne
Shivering under the cold rain alone
To excess I am prone, but this I will demand
I beg you, Beloved do not leave this grey land
The steps echoing with the memories of your smiles
I can still see your laughter dancing on the tiles
Of this empty hallway we used to share
I dare yell, plead, don't you dare!
Leave me stranded into this foreign winter
To none of my needs it is able to catter
Oh, Love, there is still so much to do together
Your luminescent presence gone, I catch a feather
Symbol of utmost radiance
As I lose all my patience
I can't stand it anymore, I forbid you to leave!
To find yourself being alike the autumn leaves!
Not yet Love
Not yet a Dove
Not yet Love, not yet, I'm not yet in Heaven
So please, run away from the ominous Raven
Don't die yet, my one true Love
Don't depart for a land high above
I've yet to gain those porcelain wings
As the oppressive bell of death rings
I have yet to earn the title of Angel
A spirit to hear the chorus of a bell
With your name inscribed on it with impurity
And I know I will not get away with impunity
But in the end, it does not matter
As I watch it go down, this meter
Soon, it shall come unavoidable
The Bittersweet, so damnable!
I will not try to lie
I have still yet to die
So please, be patient, just a little longer
So I may welcome you, in those lands yonder...
And instead of crows eating at our rotting corpses
Into the night where the firefly boldly dances
You will find us to be nothing more than pair of dove
Dying together, writting The End in common, for Love
A flame long divided, united in demise
Bound into eternity by scarlet ties
A wildfire, spelling words of Us
Copyright © Dominique Lepage | Year Posted 2007
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