Passing Notes.....

I didn't expect you to flatter me so well
In a manner which I think only I could tell
When so few words leave your lips
The words you sent me were magic tricks

You grew strange and your hair grew long
I think you've probably stopped playing that song
I heard with closed eyes in the sunny grass
About a woman swinging down from a tree branch

But even from the nowhere I imagine you own
Where you have your kingdom, which you don't rule alone
When sleep takes hold and turns you out of her arms
I think you remember some of my charms.

by Senka Kovacevic