messalina pensiero

Autumn


Autumn has become a travel inside.I am the leaves becoming yellow and redI am the soft ligh and the fresh airI am the chestnuts on the pavingI am the night dreams becoming more and more intenseabout places I've never seenI am the dance I've never dancedI am the colours I've never seenI am the fragrance I've never smeltTonight the dreaming brought me in the silence of the outside of a house under the treeswhere the air was sweet around and inside my heartand I felt I was in peaceand then there was a golden dusty street in the sunand a crowd of people wearing colourful clothesVoices and laughs and smiles and many things to doAnd I felt Iike I've been there beforeI felt I was home  There's a place,on some planet we both know,where a creature is living,in spite of you, in spite of mein spite of distanceand time:it's called "us"and it's warm and tender,strong and full of life,innocent and wise,it's shining bright,Can you feel it right now?  You are gold