Treasures of My Soul

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… Dear, 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.