Do you know what happens
when light dies?
You can't find any more
birds

that can pin you up to the sky...
You're left begging something
that you will never have,
and then, lastly,
you die in a forgotten prayer
and you fall...
The emptiness inside yourself hurts
when you think of the end of the flight,
isn't that so?
Nevertheless, the light flickers
still hurt by the arrows
with which you tried so many times
to kill yourself.

The light is so beautiful now
in the colors of Fall,
so much so that I could cry with leaves.