The days I’ve claimed.
The lives I’ve seen.
Withered before my very eyes.
Who will I write short notes to?
Who then will reply to them?
Each new day brings hope.
But what then is hope?
Hope without a promising tomorrow.
A tomorrow of seeing your smiles and your eyes.
The light weighted air around you.
Diluted in Love and in Passion.
But now you watch silently…
From the heavens send me a kiss in the winds.
Through this I shall find my way to you.
Of course when I leave this body of mine.
Read this letters of my thoughts in the winds.
Rest well my Queen.