Sixty years she awoke
fetched cups and cream,

sounds of gentle awakenings,
like sparrows hopping across

window sills; oh,  so, still
and quiet the home became.

knowing, when to stop;
to lull our desire to sleep
is crucial secret
for eternity

For when it's something overdosed
in a man's face
usually  
there is also
lack in a
back of his
head

Now
I must say
I have many dreams
but
There is one
close and dear
of mine

to meet her never again
but
at the end of our lives
just
to ask her how was life
how was love
and she wouldn't have
to ask me the same;
but
regardless she gladly
would and without any
hesitation
at all
and after that
we would just
sit there and watch
realizing
how
much
precious
life
was
and
is.

I have nothing to
take you;
Only things to borrow
But when you'll manage
to find me
it comes with the sorrow