24 YEARS

Tero(1968-1996)

You are in an eternal autumn

in our memories,

in the season of fading youth

and fading life,

when the landscape in final

bright display

flourishes in the growing

cold and goes to sleep.

There won't be a coming spring

in which to wake up,

no new buds of leaves

emerging as gnarled roots

grow in thawed soil,

deep below rising, bright

green grass.

No, only an eternal

autumn of golden leaves

falling, suspended

in the calm azure of the sky

reaching beyond

for the dark depths

of the October nights.

31.08.2020