When you are in this deadly slumber,
Dressed in pure white
With pearls around your smooth neck:
Reflecting my tear drops.
I envy your white cloths,
Dim light and dark silence
Which have become closer to you
More than I had ever been.
Shameless jealousy,
Inside my poor heart;
About the milky silks
That have created a so long a gap
Between you and I.
When the shovels dig
In short black cracks,
The monstrous earth
Opens widely his reddish mouth
To drag in
The Only; the one and only source
That could lighten my soul.
Alas! Pardon me
For envying the slimiest worm
That will be on her smooth body:
Unlike me,
Struggling with our memories
Back home, all alone.
People drop in and out,
Some wonder how quickly she had gone.
And some more preaching
That once I myself have foolishly done.
But how hard it is……
When reality thrusts itself so hard upon one,
How hard when it dawns…..
How deep and painful is the wound.
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