søndag 7. juli 2013

The queen ...


I have named you the queen.
There are taller ones than you, taller.
There are purer ones than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.


When you go through the street
no one recognize you.
No one sees your crystal crown,
no one looks at the carpet of red gold
that you tread as you pass,
the non-existent carpet.




And when you appear
all the rivers sound
in my body, bells
shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,
only you and I, my friend
listen to it...


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