Is there no reason,

For things, done by our hearts?

Meanwhile, seasonal leaves

Fall from trees covering paths.

Let autumn be, 

even more enchanted by my thoughts.

From afar, I see frosty green fields,

Chilling mornings, first sunrises.

I contemplate them, 

and it all sounds too joyful.

I then feel, hear, and sense it,

In my arms, in my face.

So, bright, brighter be my thoughts

As sun rises, and then sets to rise again.

I hear thunders…

In the bush, down the river.

Swiftly currents, 

Maybe like lives?

They determine, divide, our future pasts

And raise… questions… many…

Of uncertainties and momentary certainties.

Let autumn be,

Enchanted by my thoughts,

Pure and joyful as my heart.

And even if the sky,

In its fragile moment, becomes

a long, long darkness light,

Shall this light be my guide

In this swiftly cold breeze of our lives.

As these thoughts, 

Are merely, too, currents.

Angsts in the star light –

Echoes… of our own minds.

Let autumn be,

And its changes,

welcomed by our hearts.