Leaves - Two Moons

We are now runaways

silently wandering.

Strolling against an (autumn wind) 2

From wind gust to wind gust

I find and lose myself (2)

I have on me

the scent of certain questions,

The crazy elegance

of the swirling wet leaves.

We’ll be bare like

the trees are now,

We’ll be air and far,

Without lies,

without hurry,

Without time, I’m lost (2)

You said behind

an heavily breathed glass

Without time, I’m lost