On the grass, at the autumn scene
Of night, your chest, pillow to sleep
Your heavy breath tamer than subtle wind
And the sun in your heart changed to be the moon maybe
And that’s why your skin is cold as it shouldn’t be
I seek to hear your words that sound lovely
Sipping your words is like melody infused honey
I may smile as foolishly for I hear nothing,
But it could be just an illusion remedy to me
I’m not crying, I am not crying, I’m just crying
While fingers of mine touching your pale skin
On your brows now dry and crisp like branches on the tree
I do hear something, finally
All that I hear from you, only the silence, the loudest melody
You stare at the stars, with your closed eyes
I stare at your eyes tracing the constellation of glory
Walking back, traveling time to our past journey
On your wide stomach like the marigold field I, place my head
To revive summer on your now winter skin, cold body
Then I stand up above thee
To leave you alone in your deep sleep
While I reviving past memories
of past to now, the illusion feels o real, vividly
And that’s how a bye is always a silent melancholy
God, My Almighty Lord, I pray to keep this soul under your blessing
With love and care from me
Good night my dear, meet you later, in another world
yes dear in another world when you wake up I will be there
Somewhere we are not familiar
but eternal
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