Leaves

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