Entropy

Has become my lover
My mother and father
My God and devil
All my children and
The essence of my water
The spirit of my poetry
And the blood in my veins
The air in my breath
And the look of love
In all the eyes
Of all the women
In this world.

When she almost was asleep
On her bed of death
Dreaming of God
And things so beautful
Not even the birds
Could have sung
The voices of the angels,

Entropy
Took its place
In my soul.