You cannot see me.Tonight for you I have dissolved into the breeze,a sweet wind over the leaves.
You love the leaves and the wind:you stroke the leaves between your fingers,the wind softly caresses your hair.
I listen for the rhythm of your steps:click... clack...,like the beating of a heart,tearing at the chest.Click... clack...
Are you coming?Then come!
I cannot always be the wind on the leaves,for the leaves have their autumn,snap... and they fall to the ground...
And then just the windon the bare-armed branchesand on your hair...
I cannot be for youonly a desire.
Look, I saw autumn off,leaf by leaf,and the naked white winter too...
And you, are you coming?Then come!
I am a scent, a caressing wind,upon your graceful body,keep me like a green leaf,that will never have an autumn.
I am no longer a leaf,nor the wind,nor a butterfly,nor a sad autumn,nor a root.
It is me,do not look at me like the genie from a fairy tale.
It is me,of flesh and blood,it is you,it is the two of us,the two of us - one!
Here you come,then come...
... and winteris no longer on the calendar...
