If they call me to tell me that you’ve died

… if they call me to tell me that you’ve died …
I’d know they lie …

for I’d see you playing and laughing under wings of birds
resting upon an ocean’s ceiling bathed in the sun;
I’d see your smile spread upon wings of a butterfly –
embrace in the softness of the leaves, grass, and moss you are

never you’ll die
your eyes would color the sky
rest on strings of my guitar
dressed in a sparkle of a star

… you’d live in songs and paths we’ve taken,
in mornings of spring and a scent of the coffee
you’d live in me playful and merry as you are
comfort you’d be in nights when I cry …

never you’ll die
wild forever you’ll fly
caught in a twinkle of my eye
never will you hear me say goodbye

…and if they call me to tell me that you died…
I’d know they lie … 

for you live in every cell of my laughter
and in the blood of my kindness;
a giver of the truth on the confused crossroad of life
…and forever I’ll have, that cigarette to share…

…and they called me to tell me that you’ve died…
 … and I collapsed … and I cried … 

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Sadah says:

    You have chosen your words so efficiently.

    Liked by 1 person

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