UNDER THE FALLEN TREES

Under the fallen trees of the returning autumn I found you

Broken in pieces, silent, pullulated of phantoms and fallacies.

 I collected with naked hands the wreckage of your soul

And mended it to the contour of my arms and my embrace

I took the torn clothes of your defaced memories

and with tender pace dressed them in velvet.

Under the fallen trees I bent my bosom to your sorrow

And my untainted heart to the pleading of your desolated past.

Under the fallen trees where darkness corrupts what touches

I deposited the ashes of your sordid trek and built a fire for your hopes.

There under the fallen trees I left the embers by your side to kindle your lost faith

And dried your tears and kissed your wounds till dusk was gone.