Here,
far away from you, my Beloved,
i walk
through the folliages of autumn
watching
indigo storms pacing with thunderbolts in their hands
and as i bend to pick up a leaf
a colourful feather of an angel
falls on my shoulder.
The same as the one that sprouted out of your silence.
Ever since i know how sweetly you speak.

i see you in everything, my Beloved
in everything you are
how can anyone touch this stillness
when you and i
are kissed by each others intensities.