Love letters from Bohemia

ix.

In another universe, in another lifetime, when faced with death, I shall climb upon a mulberry tree and eat mulberries in the sunlight. I shall fall in love with cities, and write to faces at windows, and I shall face the wind and sing an ode to the old times, and the waves will drown my voice. Perhaps. Perhaps, I shall lie in my grave and wait for death, and watch the moon go down and the stars fade, and if the heavens be blessed it will rain. And if I die then, I will die happy.