Wrapped in blue linen

I express my soul,
by wearing the night,
around my naked body,
to show the stars,
sparkling deep inside me,
like the intens joy,
you can find in my eyes,
a portal to a dimension,
not many dare to take,
but only a few know,
bring you straight,
to the gates of heaven.
Wrapped in blue linen,
comfort carries me,
expresses how I feel,
how the moment,
carries me to a place,
of happy memories,
where I feel safe,
and where love,
is so gentle and soft,
like the linen wrapped,
around my body,
as if roses embrace me,
on a bed made of clouds,
I am wrapped in blue linen,
like the little girl,
I used to be.

My old blue jeans

Under a blue sky,
a bird rises,
to fly away,
to the end of the earth,
where she finds,
the sun shining,
underneath  the feathers,
of her own black wings.

And here I walk,
with you,
in the pocket,
of my old blue jeans,
that have faded,
in the broken parts,
of yesterday.

Can I bring,
the sun back,
to that little corner,
of my place on earth?
Or do I fly away,
like that bird,
to somewhere,
where my old blue jeans,
can’t rupture?

Now I stand,
in my old blue jeans,
in the middle,
of a busy road,
where each car,
passes me by,
with the same question,
as I!