Bring me the autumn
I remember you
as you were in the
last autumn,
The leaves adorned my
heart with your music,
They were sounds
of your cadence voice
that never left the air
like echoes in the wind,
even the birds sang like you,
They had your
tongue and throat,
you were the artist
with no fame,
your appearance, your voice
were steady and calm.
They brought to me hymns,
and peace. In your eyes the
serenity of your soul
were like flames of light
that never burned.
You were like the
white sheets of my bed, always
in peace and warm.
The autumn brought back your
guitar your slow melody
like a breeze beneath my
curtains,
and my house was then
singing like
my heart.
as you were in the
last autumn,
The leaves adorned my
heart with your music,
They were sounds
of your cadence voice
that never left the air
like echoes in the wind,
even the birds sang like you,
They had your
tongue and throat,
you were the artist
with no fame,
your appearance, your voice
were steady and calm.
They brought to me hymns,
and peace. In your eyes the
serenity of your soul
were like flames of light
that never burned.
You were like the
white sheets of my bed, always
in peace and warm.
The autumn brought back your
guitar your slow melody
like a breeze beneath my
curtains,
and my house was then
singing like
my heart.
Copyright©ElenaToledo2008
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