Goodbye Geneva
I will type more later. At the moment... I'm too sad. :(
"Ladder To Heaven" by Marin Sorescu
A silk thread spun by a spider
Is hanging from the ceiling
Just above my bed.
Every day I notice it
Descending lower.
Now I am even offered
The ladder to Heaven - I say
It comes from ‘up there’.
Although I had lost weight to the point
Where I am only the spectre of my former self
I believe that my body
May be too heavy
For this delicate ladder.
You, soul of mine, I think that you ought to go first.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter!.
"Ladder To Heaven" by Marin Sorescu
A silk thread spun by a spider
Is hanging from the ceiling
Just above my bed.
Every day I notice it
Descending lower.
Now I am even offered
The ladder to Heaven - I say
It comes from ‘up there’.
Although I had lost weight to the point
Where I am only the spectre of my former self
I believe that my body
May be too heavy
For this delicate ladder.
You, soul of mine, I think that you ought to go first.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter!.