To Autumn

Autumn my love! Don’t be shy.

Without your touch my soul will die.

Start right now and hide that sun.

It wearied me when you had gone.

Its boiling knives have made me slain.

Cool the blood and wash the strain.

Take its light by your dark cloud.

Let your rough wind scream aloud.

Clear sky has mazed my thoughts.

Haze the sky and clean my thoughts.

Autumn my love! Fall your song.

Heart has dried since last “so long.”

Heavy summer has left me torn.

Only your tears can wipe my own.

Bid your cold to numb the skin.

Thus the soul will dance and win.

Walking alone I am not afraid.

Autumn’s care is my faithful aid.

Salma

26/11/2004