Sweet bleak bliss of these pale mists pass...
And I watch in trance how this weather´s
wind howls between the trees...
And how these last signs of light smoothly dances within...
Trying to ease this dark burden...
Just let me emerge in and touch sylvan-night...
Carefully they caress me and touch gently...
Though my worlds are not spoken here and
never revealed...
I do dream this in myself
As I´m painfully wrapped in leaves...