I'm gradually learning to wait

Waiting for the break of sunset

Holding the last 

ounce of gold in my palm

The apprehensive and towering clouds, I have to wait

Waiting for the deep silhouette 

to sink to weave an accidental meeting

Every time I think of it

The green turning gold

I send you a drastic autumn

Every time I think of it

A wind rising

I become the sound of the waves all night long

If I could send you the whole autumn

I'd never leave a single seed 

of winter planted 

in my dry chest. Waiting for the back of March

I look over the distant jollification

Waiting for the falling of autumn to overturn everything

So that the life could be spun into rapids

Let you and I falling,

Straight down. Straight down.

Which upon us is the clear sky,

Into the maelstrom of your limbs.