Today I rise at 8:32 am as usual
Shower, brush, coffee, smoke
and all the regularities that are chained to everyday existence
But you, fly
Wings moving against God\'s pillows
Sacred as you are in your invisible essence
Lucky as you are with your golden and royal blue velvet coat,
I am rigid here in a plain blue old jacket from years ago, stuck in my weekday rituals that fly me away to nowhere
Maybe following me to the next day
Your flight takes you throughout to see above us all and away from my monotonous and dull rusted skin
I hear you every day,
when I wake at 8:32
and the song you sing helps me dance in this stale room