The laughter fades, the night is kind,
And time forgets its own divine,
A glance, a spark,
through smoke grown dark,
And something holy turns to wine,
Her eyes undo the room he knows,
they make a silence out of show.
The air stands bare,
as if in prayer,
and love pretends it’s safe to go.
She laid her dreams where candles break,
between the vow and what they take.
The spirit grows,
The body knows,
Its final hand to what it chose.
And that was love,
La Vie En Rose
—
The sheets recall a vanished creed,
the body bends to what we need.
Her hand was grace,
her breath a place,
where faith knelt down and begged to bleed.
He spoke her name, and she was gone.
The night went on, The night went long,
No word could save,
No flesh behave,
And mercy wept through morning’s song
The night went still, his eyes confessed,
“Forgive me, love, I did my best.”
they burned so slow,
they didn’t know
that every kiss becomes a ghost.
And that was faith,
La Vie En Rose.
—
I built a world where faith can live,
Where gods forget their words of grief.
The stars stood near,
it had no fear,
And bowed to arms who still believed.
Her hands released the years he kept,
their weight fell quiet where they slept.
No wounds to mend,
no promises sent,
just two souls embrace the love they dreamt.
I watch them live where I withdrew,
as nights remembered what it knew.
And Eden forgives,
the blind it deceives,
for psalms are real, but none are true.
The garden hums beneath the years,
the earth redeems what disappeared.
And through that hush,
the dark turns blush,
and light forgives what sorrow knows.
And that was home,
La Vie En Rose.
Featured image adapted from a photo by Milo Weiler.
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