What if I am wrong,
that a wind brings your fragrance,
twining trails thirst for our footprints,
a beach cradles waves from its ocean?
What if I am wrong,
that a moon waxing or waning in our pattern,
an oasis is only another cloud castle,
a voyage sets off on wrong wings?
What if
a door I fear to knock will shut
no blossom to burst,
no rustle from leaves?
What if
there will be no fire to
take away my breath
as a starry night ends in a knot?
What if
I will leave with no answer?
What if
you will dig my ashes sometimes later?
that a wind brings your fragrance,
twining trails thirst for our footprints,
a beach cradles waves from its ocean?
What if I am wrong,
that a moon waxing or waning in our pattern,
an oasis is only another cloud castle,
a voyage sets off on wrong wings?
What if
a door I fear to knock will shut
no blossom to burst,
no rustle from leaves?
What if
there will be no fire to
take away my breath
as a starry night ends in a knot?
What if
I will leave with no answer?
What if
you will dig my ashes sometimes later?