Lili

Lorenz

Before I left to the battle

a pretty girl 

came into my night .

She had an easy name : Lili .

Fairy butterfly haloed in spring.

Image or mirage ?

I'm writing this letter 

in form of unfinished dream .

 Or perhaps the war came to quickly...

Stripping me of this brownish armour,

I invented an azure that makes lovers

believe in immorality...

 Just amour for a soldier's ride .

A midnight girl came into my life,

homeless insomnia ,wandering 

in the fevers of spirit .

Unfortunate mercenary

prisoner of the clarion call ...

In the morning a large ocean bird

was waiting for me ,

loaded with submissive ants .

My jolly lili had fallen asleep 

in the arms of my oblivion ...

There'd so many other nights 

I look for her face in a southern star.

Listening to jackals and freezing cold .

I'm not a lion Mr president ! 

Should I write to you,

that I don't want to die 

and kill poor people ?

But in your deep wisdom,

you decided that I would be

a vigilante in the name of motherland ! 

Maybe,one day,i'll come back ,

walking along the quays ,

I'd find that girl with the easy name.

Which is only a  make-up ...

I'd invite her for a drink ,

to celebrate my blood-red stripe ,

sewn onto the immaculate jacket ...

I'll tell her about the casbah of Algier .

From the China border where the legion,

fell singing ...

But I wouldn't tell her about 

the brothels and  ear necklaces...

She won't know ,I looked away ,

hidin' to  cry ...

 That's so you become a man, son !

It might not to be little blondie ,

who knows a brunette 

or a solar redhead ?

A mad mermaid who will take me 

on a lunar battle song .

These jackals are still chasing me

through the mists of my folly ...

The girl's name was Lili .

  But wasn't it a chafer that died in autumn ?

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Dreamy, mythical, romantic but with the lust of man it now becomes quizzical and calls for reflection. Lovely

    • Lorenz

      Where is humanity found and where is it lost ?

    • nephilim56

      great write, enjoyed

      • Lorenz

        Deep existential reflection .Who am I ?

        • nephilim56

          who indeed are any of us ?

          • Lorenz

            The fascinating unsettling duality of being !

          • Ellen Marsell

            What remains of a man when he becomes part of the war machine?
            This is a drama of consciousness — one that sees the absurdity and injustice of what is happening, yet is powerless to change the course.

            • Lorenz

              I always want to be a witness of history .That doesn't come without risking my share of humanity !



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