A candle in the winds

In the very darkness, you packed without a farwell.

You left our world just like when the stars leave.

You left smiling , you did not care

for our world faint face.

You are beautiful while you are dead.

You are beautiful when you tore apart

 the mask of silence.

Space no longer can handle your flying wings

as if they are a bird wings in sky

where boats are under.

When you loved, what kind of crime you did?

Oh! when was our world a lovere

or when did it throw the warrior instruments.

When was our world a warm one to hold you

as a flower in the fields.

You are like a beautiful tone

among an everlasting unmelting snow.

You are a tone which all the piano fingers can't imitate.

The only one that can make a version of it the fingers of a crying child.

Sunday churches bills miss you

they remove a tear went down your travelling face like a western star.

They light for you thousands of candles to stand against the winds .

So lie pecefully and sleep calmly away

from our noisey world

To late Diana

The English Princess