In autumn, something stirs

Picture by Pablo Heimplatz

In autumn, something stirs,
something that doesn’t return, that doesn’t remain, yes.
It's something that knows only to lose itself
and in this time losing us too, who knows where. 

I wouldn’t know what to say. Everything rains.
Be them certainties or glorious charms 
or vibrant leaves or scattered kisses,
from our faces everything flies away. 

But close your eyes and dream, dream.
I am here to embrace your shadows.
Yes, because autumn isn't over, 

and until winter too has disappeared,
let's chase away these sighs,
hold me, beyond any lie.