~ for Leonard Cohen
I am not sad today
To hear you’re on your way
You took your life and modeled to me living, loving, dying
If I said that I was mourning now you know that I’d be lying
What singer mourns a poem anyhow.
You are my tower of song
Your words inside of me will carry on
There is no end to love, we know, no end to any dancing
Promise you’ll send word about this latest great romancing
Your finest verse perhaps, my dear Jikan.
And so I am not sad today
I’m really rather glad today
The sea has freed a sailor, yeah