Wake up, my Queen. Dedicated to Diana Magnay

I reread your articles, listen to your reports and try to catch, catch the real you. to understand not the meaning of the word, but what is hidden behind the meaning of the word.what is hidden behind the sound of a voice, behind a slight movement of the head or palm, behind intermittent breathing.

You're sleeping, Diana..you've been sleeping for so long, my Queen. Your dream sprouts datura grass and is woven into your sunny blonde hair . and the dream wraps around every wavy strand of your hair with its whisper of sweet, stringy, disastrous fairy tales..
dark deep waters flow through you and slowly and constantly changing you.
You're sleeping, Diana! And I can feel you from a distance.I feel your sonorous luminous lightness, your silver laughter Diana, your hot sensitivity of gentle hands.I feel the melodiousness of your palms and your delicate trembling fingers.
And even if I did find you..Will you recognize me after your long sleep? Will your heart tremble? Will your the mind wake up? Will the ecstasy of electric charges pass through your body?

I know that you are Diana, the Only one for me, since the beginning of time that God intended for me, my soul.

And while you're sleeping, Diana, drugged by the tender herbs of Yavi and drugged by the dark waters of Navi. At this time, I am collecting thousands and thousands of my lost feathers in all the nine worlds that have opened up to me.
My feathers, lost in battle or absent-mindedly. I need to find them all.to become more whole as a person and as a soul. Be more aware.to become a more integral part of me as a person and as a soul. to become more aware of me.
I need all the strength of my feathers (my wings) to reach you, not to give up...
During this time, I remembered thousands and thousands of faces that I had to wear in all nine worlds, in all thousands of lives, bright and gray destinies.(to those people who dreamed that I was living them.lived their lives.)but I need to remember everything to the end, all their faces -beautiful and ugly, male and female -everything I used to be and lived in all my past lives.
I need all their vigilance , a thousand of my eyes, all the sensitivity and wisdom of a thousand of my hearts to know you and not to be deceived. I'll find you and we'll meet.
And the time allotted for this game (this life) is coming to an end. The ships are ready to sail to the Golden Harbor. Ships yearn for strong and southerly winds and snow-white sails.
And I keep collecting, remembering..(but I remembered you!)
And you...still sleeping, my Queen.....

You are not the most beautiful and the best for me!
You are the only beautiful and the best for me.

It's like you were created from a magic elixir.
The quintessence of femininity, love, care, beauty, sincerity, kindness is manifested in you. You can be different, but you are always the Queen. Other women seem to have taken a piece of you into their pockets and are using it clumsily. but other women don't have what you have.

Previously, I would have asked myself, where are you from, Diana?from which planet and from which world?
But now I don't have such a question. I already know.and you know. Just wake up...my Queen.