"I have not seen thy sunny face,
Nor heard thy silver laughter:
No thought of me shall find a place
In thy young life's hereafter-
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
To listen to my fairy-tale."
(Lewis Caroll)

Thy young life got shorter;
I had it with thy tails,
The thoughts of thou still there
And climbing up the scales-
And I have never questioned death
I am listening to thy lost breath.

Thy little child is here now sir.
My sunny face has faded,
And though I am not laughing dear,
Thy tale could never ended.
Now here I am - thy hunter;
And here's thy silver laughter.


יום יבוא ואני באמת אצליח לכתוב כאלה כמו שצריך...