re-in-carnation
i died many times
i died each day
and still i grow,
still i travel
i die each day,
i live each day.
this i dies
and re-forms
to be another me,
another one
each moment now
in this flow of life
which i accept
as each one must,
now aware
of happiness
which i refused
before
to enter
my blown-up clouds.
o well i know
the heat of me,
the storm i am,
the wind of desire
but in the end
my heart is strong
and to hold your hand
was more than more.
this is now
where i want to be
in my heart
and with your hand
no other one
to touch me
like this,
c'est impossible
you reach out
like a rose,
how can i make
a rose happy?
do not yet die,
i beg you,rose,
but stay with me.
there is water
in my luggage,
it is for you,
i can drink
from leaves
collecting dew
in the mornings.
i will live
forever,
in many forms
as you will,
re-in-carnation
is part of love
and innocence,
and death cannot
destroy love
as it is part of it
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