One of these
golden evenings
of early autumn,
when the first
fading leaves colour the branches
of birch trees,
when the wind
carries the memory of
summers gone,
of autumns lived.
On one of these

golden evenings
I would like to sit down
my back against

the same pine tree
like in the past,
you beside me
again,
and open my eyes
to eternity.

22.08.2010-02.02.2013