Gradually, I let you go
Though my cosmic backyard stands
Decades has past;
it is still there;
Glimmering flowerbeds where the ground keeper
humms to the cosmic star flowers
as they dance in the rhythm of his song
meanwhile the fireplace with well used chairs
and carpets and furs,
with windows that covers the snow outside;
birds dancing in air, plucking seeds
all while this room has no roof
and the stars glimmers to me
tells me stories of old and of magical spheres;
this, is my home, this is the place where
I understand the world
that I am far away from
oh, how my task has always been
to come down to Earth,
and how hard it has been.
You see, I am succeeding,
and maybe therein lies the reason of
why I gradually let you go,
because I start to feel safe there.
But here - here is one of my
True Eternal Places;
Here - I can always exist and grow
and sing to the stars,
my own stories
maybe it is time
I start to share
