If I should die
I would like to remember Marlyne Monroe
she was beautiful then
when we both were young.
Mischievous eyes she had
before she got to be rich men’s toy
and died strangely alone,
neglected by her lovers.

If I should die
I would like to take her for a walk in the olive grove
where we will stand still
and both be beautiful and young amongst trees.
I’ll tell her a joke
just to hear her laugh
and see her eyes filled with joy once more.

The dreamless tell me
that when you’re dead
you don’t know that you ever lived,
if that is true
let my last thoughts be of her
and all the lovely women I have met then,
I’ll not resist
but join my ship and sail
on the ocean of dreams.