Wind and frost carves
Countlessly, silently
Meander along the timber
String together
Pearls of November
Echo the waves
of mercury atlas
ever-changing
and the pavements
of silver reflections
ever-blurring
Mirror sparkles and streams
of shivering lights afar

A whistle of a train leaving station
A stillframe of illunimation
A scent of deep autumn
A taste of earth burn
A burst of desire
A touch of you

Pieces in the mist,
The living waters:

The melancholic grace of
Sorrow,
The crow sings for the dead.

The nostalgic réminiscence,
Joyful frames in the afterglow.

All is a stillframe
In time's gallery.

These stillframe fireworks are suspended and free
Enchanted by moonlight and memories to be
Like dandelions dancing down and around us
This beauty is ephemeral, but eternal to me

The colors above us reflect in your eyes
Attributing admiration to staying alive
Like a desert oasis we fought for this moment
This beauty is ephemeral, but only cause eternity is a long, long time