Today you wish to be just the two of us.
Silently, tightly you call for me
In silence of trees.
Forest you dressed
With colors of fire and a golden light.
Today you wish to be only us alone
Your sadness always catches me
Unprepared.
You wish to be material for only one day,
Whistling chilliness to give you a shiver,
In your hand to crush a most happy leaf,
With your steps to raise the carpet of the forest,
Moist earth and mushrooms to invade your being,
Kneeling at master tree’s roots,
Praying to taste leaves’ glorious death.
But you are like the Star Prince or like the Man on the Moon
Time and shape taking is forbidden for you
And you cry with cold and ephemeral globes
On the shoulder of light of my soul.
You remember I am a mortal
Only a traveler mortal
Who knows you and adores you.
And, therefore, I invite you, Beloved,
To feel with my senses
The sweet sadness of yet another surrendered autumn.
