Star

Last four days to swim.

Last three days to love.

Two days to release dove.

Until the final resurrection will come.

Wait.

Until I will lie down.

And I will stare at star.

One bright.

One far.

One.

Mine.

Where is yours, my Love?

Swim.

I will try to fly.

Above you.

Like star,

which falls down and down.

So you will have something to look at,

when one day I will be gone.

In that moment,

I hope you won´t feel alone.

I would,

but that´s fine.

Because I will be just a Star.

Orb of fire

without feelings,

just pure -

- Light.

With only one task to complete:

your night to make bright.