TO MY LOVED MAN

To my loved man

The only man I ever loved

Told me the day

He was going to kiss the death

But I was too young

To understand,

Why,

And I did not cry

I was strong

As my grandmother's song!

My old man is gone

Nor ill not sick,

As he said once;

"I am a spring tree

Waiting Autumn come",

O man, my man is gone.

I must confess,

Photography

Is the true piece of Art

Of a laying soul in eternity!

Now I am alone

Growing up soft

Like moon light

Spilling at night,

O God,

My life is an empty

Dance floor

Kneeling down at heaven door!

O man, my old man is gone

Nor ill not sick

Just as an old black stick,

Gone,

Laying in eternity

His is smiling face

In a corner of my loving heart,

Free soul… blessing of heaven!

K.Sila