***I remember you as you were last autumn.***
You were the gray beret and the calm heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a vine,
the leaves picked up your voice slowly and calmly.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
I'm sorry to travel your eyes and autumn is distant:
gray beret, bird voice and heart of house
where my deep yearnings migrated
and my happy kisses fell like embers.
Sky from a ship. Field from the hills.
Your memory is of light, of smoke, of pond in
calm!
Beyond your eyes the twilights burned.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.
