If I Lie Dying

I must have unintentionally poured

too much blue Sapphire into my gin-n-tonic

Now that blue stuff is running in my veins in my brains

It is time to speak the truth

 

So I say (or the gin says)

 

"If I lie dying

will you still be mad at me

will you rush to my bed

will you sooth my cracked lips

with your warm tears

will you bring me red roses

will you spread their petals onto my cheeks

to make them blush again

if I lie dying?"

 

One more sip and I continue (or is it the gin)

 

"If I lie dying

will all my guilt be forgotten

will my heart transform into a dove

as light and free as a dove

spreading its wings

will I hear your deepest secret

will I decipher who you are

and why our paths cross

if I lie dying?"

 

"And if I open my eyes

at that glorious moment just right

And if it turns out to be a dream

in the middle of the night?"

 

End of questions.

Slience.

Empty glass.