Bishop Of White
Now, I'm more than ever desolated
since I feel richer by own you,
and on my forehead sit the sun and moon,
Now, it is, to me, worst and best too.
And there's no one who might help us,
the people barely keep up with their own,
and on a white wall with the silent muses,
Black Bishops seek to do a moonlight flit.
[and I love you with pity and with horror
thinking that all you got deserves to me
as a Bishop Of White, which captures
the Black Queen for eternity.] x2
In stations happen madcap accidents
sad freights come in midsummer,
and me, I am full of reckless gestures
to get you closer and to terrify you.
All around, just aberrant perspectives,
fragile kids lug their parents on the back,
old men's gray bones sledding on slopes
and Albatrosses fly to atrophied horizons.
[and I love you with pity and with horror
thinking that all you got deserves to me
as a Bishop Of White, which captures
the Black Queen for eternity.] x2
I miss you and I'm looking for your face
in every edge of my mentality,
in the back of my palm if I take the sand,
I feel a ring that's gaming like the brides.
I hear you in time's battles here and there,
your guarding soldiers do reverence to you,
my love, my dearest, with so bigger problems,
with Slavic face and name of Queen...
[and I love you with pity and with horror
thinking that all you got deserves to me
as a Bishop Of White, which captures
the Black Queen for eternity.] x2
translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi ‧ chic… à ma façon
