Your fair Helen awaits
I have chosen you of all the Parises in this world
I’m coming, my love!
I lived in the netherworld
Not really existing
But storms exist for stormy souls
A crack of light
Fire in the clouds
Heavy hands of rain
I came into this world, alive.
Of all the streets in all the cities
In all the moments
In every class of wine.
no, it didn’t have to be you-
But did it?
I choose you, today, tonight, and in the morning
That day when my soul was split
Looking into your eyes,
I saw myself within.
Somewhere in that moment
When a universe came into being
Out of nothing
A choice beyond the boundaries of what was
Writing that scribbled past the page.
Something there that wasn’t there before.
I don’t know who this is
Who is going to Paris
Is she a goddess, or a mortal
How did she get here?
It’s a story so old i don’t remember,
An everyday detail I can’t recall.
What shall I do when I get there?
Well, God only knows–
Isn’t that why I’m going?
There are many Parises,
But you, o you dear are the one I choose.
I gave up all my possibilities,
But you gave me life.