They say souls may collide

even if the bodies never meet.

And I think of you, my love,

in the fall, by the blue water.


Tendrils of feelings, blunt and lazy

crawl up from deep down

Spreading in the sunlight, shiny and beautiful

shielding or guiding my mind, I don’t know


Then let me summon your name. The unknown one

softly rolling across my tongue

Rising with the breeze, the gilded sun

Or let me sing you a song, ages old,

floating in the air, my sight, my mind,

Wherever autumn goes, there stand you.