Mathar

Keeping someone in my memory.

Let me fall like a fruit from a tree
and gently drop into your hands,
let us like birds be so free
on the mountains we should dance.

Carry me in your womb
dear mathar don't leave soon
let me feed with your silver spoon
we could fly over the moon.

Your bleeding lips will i heal
and we will be lock by a great seal
during the dark we keep vigil.

Dear Martha keep me alive
let me lay by your side;
o dear Martha.

Author's Note

For a beloved friend Martha.