She came with her salty kiss
And the mouth full of algae,
Just for a while, to turn my heart green

When happened to abandon
Her face to the mirror
The owls started to whiz,
She used to have a roundly once-over
And an outlandish breath

Sometimes, she seemed
An azure angel, which’s smile
Opened the sky’s cage,
But me, the draw well that
Used to drown deeply her flight

Once and again,
She seemed to be the light,
But me, the tree through it used
To sloop into the ground’s heart

I don’t know where she came from,
However, her body remained
Alive hangings for my bedroom,
Through that the night never comes in,
Neither the day

She died but rose again
White lily out of the grave,
Undulating on a soothing song
Sung in a language
That I didn’t meet, aye

I should pick and bring her at home
However, I am afraid,
If she will die one more time
Maybe she’ll never strike roots again.