A Poem
Created | Updated Mar 9, 2007
By J. Smuul
After dying I'll get my ship
Lights of which I never will see
But before that my dear I got heaven
And flowering earth of thy
I can see the fruits all ripen
The world so happy and strange
Yet my heart's anguished - I'm late
Lengthy will not be our way
I was stupid, my time will be short
My darling, my woman, my rose
I just ask that you'd stay along
Till the day my curtains will fall
You are my blue of the sky
The hawk that's whirling in blue
Pink toetips, the nose, quite smart
And only an inch of insane
I won't need the ship after dying
Still here I am asking from you
Please, please don't send me away
Be the ultimate ship for me