Misty morning
my lips have the colour
of the haze in the trees
my flower trembles
in the shadows of the sun
I resemble this facet of the day
tender, slender, childish,
and I try to shine like the moon
on my window
I am very awake today
with you in my arms
autumn is like a silver knife
gently cutting the air
between you and me
silence reigns above all things
your leaving is like the last leaf
of the tree
sad
ultimate
without an anchor.