The Nocturnal Curse

We will meet again Like thousand times before Beauty and her ugly beast . Mincing morning smile , Involved in our prolonged , repeated , possible conversation Running away from the spears of direct feelings , Rambling in the emptiness of the day hours , till it get dizzy And pour its torturing , merciful departure on our heads . Destroyed .. I come back Like thousand times before To sink in my heavy darkness ; In mud ; like overwintering frogs , And see you in your incredible haze , Blasting , get higher gaily , out of the impossible limits of reason Till your eyes trammel in my eyes for a time Like thousand times before , And question passes in your mind , And your lips murmurs in baffler common-sensical A very very far answer . O my flower .. my beauty curse If you could only know what pain inside this mud , If you could only understand its heavy bearing and weakness If you saw your hands is fog , Your heart is fog , Your soul is fog . If you saw the night in your eyes a gate of a crushed city by thousand armies , And saw your little heart in the fallen streets distributed on the horses shoes and hawks beaks ; You would cry .. as I surely did . And fail .. like thousand times I failed To hang with a tiny , tiny smile .. In the meeting time . And leave .. like thousand times I left , Without your heart trembling and ask you to stay . And ramble .. Like thousand times I rambled , from the capture of the words , In our prolonged , repeated , possible conversation To dream of sleeping on my hands . O my beauty .. we will meet again Like thousand times .. we will meet again ; Beauty and her ugly beast . Mincing morning smile Involved in our prolonged , repeated , possible conversation .. Running away from the spears of direct feelings ; As a curse brought your heart down , From its incredible haze . As a curse brought my heart up , From its heavy mud . As a curse wondering every night by the evening Collecting the hearts from the horses shoes and hawks beaks , And give them .. some soul .