Autumn winds carrying leaves
like thoughts, endlessly in motion
never at rest, dancing in stories
unwritten and untold.
Ideas unfolding in a forever mystery
of what could be and could have been,
never leaving our mind at peace.
Warm and lively colors painting a picture
of a soul so beautiful that no sadness
can overshade it while tears of joy become
indistinguishable from tears of pain.
They tell a tale of a face so pretty
my eyes cannot rest on it for too long
but my heart can’t stop looking for it
with every beat, in endless search
of a way to feel warmth and a little of the glow
that remained from something once alive.
I take her hand and walk her to the place
our smiles first warmly met before wrapping her
into a hug that would last forever.
It guides my heart like a firefly towards the
coming seasons and if I stay close to its light
maybe I won’t freeze.
The way to hope by Leonid Afremov