that's how we are gonna meet again

I know,
that's how we are gonna meet, again, afterlife, or maybe heaven, wherever you are now.
the grass grows so wildly,
I'll see your silhouette, the furry edge, glowing, in the light like this.
some dragonflies fly, like little sparkle, bubble up the golden time.
the wind, like wool blankets, embraces us, softly rubbing our bare feet, brushing the leaves and the birds chirp.
we'll run toward each other, cuddle a bit I believe,
and then, catch up on what we've been up to since apart.
by the time, we'll speak the same language.
strolling, sharing chocolate and all other good stuff, warming each other, and playing biting game, hide and seek... forever, and ever and ever...

Duca, I know you'll be there, waiting for me.