How many more Sundays, my love, will I live
I’m counting the weeks, one by one,
praising Sundays, one by one,
Praising you, breath by breath
Worshiping life
Singing my last song
till my final expiration
and reunion with you
like vapour blending with dew drops
melody with harmony
I’m writing a letter every week,
shedding the remnants of what I was
hanging from the thin thread of life
and leave the echo of my voice behind
my song
a sound
a trace of light
travelling through space
stretching my broken wings
to the fringes of eternity