Autumn…reddish leaves are rustling
Under heavy steps…
The steps of someone who wanders astray
From the real world,
Lost into the dreams’ one.
He comes to me, staggering.
I’m a tale world, with leaves and bark and resin.
In me, he always finds
The happiness of a failure,
The shoulder he can laugh on,
The release of the first breaking-up,
The smile of the dark, full of ire, stormy clouds…
I’ve always been his closest friend,
In spring, full of scented blossoms and buds,
In summer, with ripe, savoury fruits,
In autumn, with withered pale leaves,
In winter, bare and covered with crystal clear snow…
I can definitely keep his secrets.
I’m mute…
That’s why I’m such a good listener.
Every morning, he comes to me
And gives me confidence and happiness.
Every twilight, he leaves me alone
In that frozen darkness.
Written By Diana Roman
