mardi 14 juin 2016

Letter From the Ivory Tower

I adore your dance,
the way you move,
I adore better, though,
To watch you through
I can then feel your every breath.

So when the melody’s over
I will have forever left
But don’t you worry
I am not sad.

I enjoy your bed
The fresh blue sheets
I enjoy better, though,
Your serene sleep
I can then float through your each dream.

So when your eyes will rise
Never again I will be seen
But don’t you worry
I am not sad.

I dear our talks
The jokes and the play
I dear better, though,
Your voice like waves
I can then feel the wind they blow

So when these curtains fall
No more from me will be heard
But don’t you worry
I am not sad.

I fancy your laugh
And my own along
I fancy better, though,
The smiles around
I can then steal their newborn light

So when you open your mouth
My laugh I will mute for good
But don’t you worry
I am not sad.

I love our walking nights
By stars mesmerized
I love way better, though,
Your wings through the skies
I can then cross them though unburnt

So when you fly before dawn
I will not fly together
But don’t you worry,
I am not sad.

And when you land, just go on
I will be gone forever
But don’t you worry,
I am only dead.