tired of the day
the first star in the night sky
waiting for her wish

I write for
the last leaf
to fall into my heart

lost dreams
she wakes up
without the sun

the cold wind arrives
knowing the voice
of every tree

every inch of my skin longs for breathing you

morning breaks -
all the naked shadows
creep out of dreams

a thought of you just when I think I've forgot you

whispering
the end of summer story
-- whirling leaves