I can hear how distressed you get
when you think we're all sleeping...
I love and you leave
Then...
A swan cannot be alone.
A lonely swan is only a question mark...
What if the sky is made
of trees, the sun of white silk...
Long blue curtains play before the window,
where a long way from the clear glass...
Petals,
autumnal, spiralling...
I see with eyes closed
imagined colours...
We leave in a dream to a magical place
To a place with no hate, religion, or race...
To know me, is solitude within simplicity-
Captivated by a single star...
If you are given a chance to be your own god...
Like, you could create yourself not out of dust...
My "Queen of Soul"
you took your last breath...
sheep jumping a gate
will surely deliver sleep...