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.