THE CORRESPONDENCE
Dear queen of this deserted throne, The chirping birds and crickets; The croaking frogs behind our home seem to have traveled with you. I have swimmed this deep sea of space and silence, It is warm and it is cold. I will study stars if they can foretell your return. I have felt the frostbite of our memorable moments, Bringing you close to my heart and further from our bed. I argue with myself if we are better apart or together But teeth and tongue have taught me better. Dear queen of this deserted throne, Return and breathe life into this clay-molded Adam. Dear warrior of my kingdom, This city is beautiful with its golden monuments. The birds here fly with pride And the people walk with majestic strides, But, in spite it's beauty and glory, It feels like a beautified royal cemetery. Its monuments look like tombstones, This is where beauty exemplifies ashes. I have wished to fly home on milky ways, To lay my weary head on your bosom. Dear warrior of my kingdom,