Swansong

If I shall die, I wish no swansong on my grave. I do not wish a river of silver tears and regrets. If one dreadful day I shall die, I wish that you cover my body with red roses. I wish you not to cry but sing an ancient song, full of love and dreams. Then I want you to leave me in a sunset, and then I want you to walk away and never look back into the west, until you know you are ready.As you may see, I do not care if she comes down in a golden dusk. I have embraced her and I know that in one hopeful evening, I shall walk a primrose path. And since Heaven and Hell work in mysterious ways, I cannot assert that I will be again beside you, I cannot assure that in some velvet morning I will tell you all I have to tell. So I leave here all that I want to whisper in your ear. I trust that one day you will read this and understand my love for you. I have always wanted to thank you for saving my life, for rescuing me from the dark pit in which I used to dwell. It does not matter, whatever I have done or whatever I will do, it will never be enough for me to express my gratitude towards you.  You are but a perfect mixture of light and darkness; you are not the moon nor the sun, but the stars, always glowing, dangerous as the sea, beautiful as the pure white light.  You are truly the light of Eärendil. Idril Celebrindal, to you my most beloved, my moonchild, I leave a bunch of whispers full of love and despair. I leave you my heart and soul, so they may forever take you by the hand. I do not regret you, but sometimes I felt like forgetting you. May my everlasting soul become my redeemer and my fragile heart a silent case for all your fears.To you, all of you I leave me memory. For I shall not want to remember you once my feet feel the grey havens, you my beloved lovers are the sole anchor that ties me to this earth.