At dawn tomorrow...

At dawn tomorrow, when the land is a blanket of white,
I’ll leave. I know, you're waiting for me to come to you.
I will walk the  deep forest and mountain's height.
I can no longer live, so far away from you.

                                               - Victor Hugo

Discovered at the point of despair
Brings all senses to a grinding halt
Time is frozen, we dance in that moment
Where the world we believe, ceases to exist
There shines a brilliant tunnel of light
It takes me to you, incredibly true
I have to merely, follow serendipity
Such discovery, I will drown in sensual delight
At dawn tomorrow, when the land is a blanket of white…

This heady romantic glow cannot last
Its energy is like a shooting star
Travelling the universe at lightning speed
It grows within like a torturous need
And yet, as it burns, it runs out of fuel 
The cold star travels its course forever
Ashes to ashes, before passion disappears 
Even for one as lovely as you, I know it is true
I’ll leave. I know, you're waiting for me to come to you

Alas, with each step that drags me away
It is only my heart that I leave behind
I thus wonder, how will I live through this pain
How do I get  the scent of you out of my mind
And as the last bright spark of light
Fades away and darkness falls through
I know now I will walk the rest of my days
Willing you to appear within my sight
I will walk the  deep forest and mountain's height.

Having tasted what was mine for an instant
The memory sears through eternity
Within the chaos of change, the only constant
As I breathe, think, live and dream
What do I do, what do I do
Where do I find solace for my lost love
my own arrogance, my self destruction
For in the end, i realize the bitter truth
I can no longer live, so far away from you.

Demain Dès l'Aube

Demain, dès l'aube, à l'heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends.
J'irai par la forêt, j'irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

- Victor Hugo


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  1. Oh Ninot, this is brilliant, beautiful, painful and so real. One feels the anguish in the narrator's heart. Love the Hugo quote and you have captured the feeling of it perfectly in your poem. "I will walk the deep forest and mountain's height." Incredibly beautiful.

  2. the poem is great and then the brilliant take Hugo's lines and use it.

  3. full with intense emotions... it's sad when something that burns so bright cannot last for whatever reason...and it surely leaves its marks on the soul..

  4. whoa, breathtaking.

  5. can you find solace for a lost love...i think in many ways we still carry them with us...we may tuck them away a bit but something that intense does not go away...smiles...

  6. ninot Ma'am,
    Pining for love and loving it each time. The sensitivity inherent in an artistic flair has ways and means to manifest itself. Brilliant offering, this!


  7. Wow, breath taking ~ I wish I had written this ~ Full of passion dear ~

  8. I didn't realise Hugo was poet as well as novelist. From the excerpt you shared, I think you catch hus style beautifully.

  9. Your appreciation for Hugo comes through loud and clear. Stunningly written, Ninot.

  10. Ninotaziz,

    You have a great affection for Hugo, by the words you have composed so well...



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