October

August's red fire,

early caress

on the dry earth.

You gave me everything:

skin, smiles,

taste of honey and smoke

and strawberries

You gave me a dream

and a rose,

and the key of time

in silver and sapphire...

And then,

October in the wind's colour,

a disappeared perfume

and the music hidden far away.

And you remove everything from me.

The truth hurt,.

and the moment and the plough,

became a lie.

You gave me sighs

and a broken image

a tear of oblivion

and a moan only ,one moan

What's your colour, wind

that when you pass

you don't keep any memory?