Frothy Paradise

The door is half open,
The sweet smell of limes …
On the table, forgotten,
A whip and a glove.

The lamp’s yellow glow …
Things rustle all round.
Why did you go?
I don’t understand.

More clearly I’ll see
Tomorrow with fresh eyes
That life is beautiful.
Heart, just be wise.

You’re completely worn out—
Beating sluggishly …
You know, I read somewhere
That souls do not die.