the rustle of autumn leaves
lulled cats
cuddled on the porch

under the dark blue sky
full of stars
in the moonlight

I see my children
sing them lullabies
read poems
happy
in my real home
hugging my love

listened to the croaking in the pond
the dance of leaves
dreamy

slowly I find myself
in the dark and bright
future

brown dancer stretches
on a lair
and I comb her
make
manicure
pedicure
I admire  
her pirouettes

In a rocking chair at the window
she was left alone tired
unwanted
still behind the glass she sees
her sons grandchildren
little granddaughter behind the curtain
sad Anka
only old furniture
faithful to death
remained

swinging
at the stormy sea
the wave sinking in pain
distracts the darkness

caress me
immersed in foam
copy every touch
kisses
go away
swim further
in the past unknown

Love me
with music of the sea
screaming seagules
push ships swimming
lazily  
enjoy me
in Bach's crazy rhythm
with fluttering waves
come
in my immutability

mouth are looking for mouth
between verses
they set free
from the forbidden metaphors
they create the world
without ornaments

park like an old clock
stopped
over time
trees told their stories
moved by the fate of a stone
leaves played
like notes
in the autumn sonata
everything has its sense
and a new beginning