They are carrying my dear-
Out of his home.
He is wearing his casual clothing.
His hair is shinning from a fresh bath!
he is wrapped in a white sheet.
He is in a box!
A door with small window-
Is between me and the wind.
The glasses are sheeted with dust.
The unseen wind has a howling today;
Though I can’t hear it.
I try to listen to its howling.
Dust accumulates on glasses,
More and more in front of my eyes.
I come out of my hallucination-
When I saw my dear is dead;
When I saw I was making love-
To a bird high in fly.
To see that it was the wind,
The howling wind which put me to sleep.
Then I close my eyes to see!
But the bird insist on making love;
And I want to follow the trace-
That my dear has left behind!!!!
[ Ellie ]
The pictures are from bing.com…