Dear friend of the beloved,
Speak today, or lay a rose on the ground another.
Dear friend of the beloved, speak now,
Or stay hushed, for yet another day,
Don`t make a sound,
Don`t say a word,
Heaven will hear you anyways.
Oh dear messenger of God,
There lays written an epitaph on my dear friend`s grave,
I mourn him,
Yet I must speak in his name,
In his voice,
And his shoes
Go on, fine fellow,
Read the lines that his soul has set on his grave.
“Don`t mourn me,
Don`t chase me,
For if I lay in a different world,
Let me stay,
For in the world that I once resided in-
Only one thing I implored,
A poet I was,
And so mystery I wanted!
Mystery is all I`ve got!
Until we meet again someday.
And after that, no eye remained dry,
Every eye glistened with tears,
A breeze carried an orange leaf in the sky,
And with the breeze, you could hear a voice-
An old man`s voice, slowly turning into that of a newborn.