You live in another strange world
You live in another strange world.
I know this world is alive.
You left me without last words.
I keep your advice and your smiles.
Your steps were like drops of cold rain.
I heard only music of poems.
You write me letters again.
Rain made a home for poems.
I listen to music of rain.
I look at the sky every morning.
I know you found a new way.
I know it's so. It's morning.
I know you are alive.
You closed the door of the city.
You closed the windows too.
My belief looks like the winning naivety.
The sky cannot close light-doors.
Clouds' windows are always opened.
I heard the trees played the song
of words which created last road.
You can fly now. I hope it's easy.
You see that my memory is full
of your tender worlds of expectancy
that bring wings for the flight to the moon.