like autumn

the first flowers fell
felt the last wind on your petals
and danced in the air
playing with gravity
slowly
like a ballerine
until it landed the ground

some kind of feeling as good as the upcoming season
like waning moon 
like dying
peaceful
to end
to learn
you make me meet my heaven
with all the stars unseen by the numb light of the sun
clouds gathering to make it rain over our troubles 
the autumn is already all over the place

is it strange that we find ourselves
feeling good
when we give hands with some kind of death?
the card was right,
I lived it, I felt it, I breathed it
now it is time to let it go towards the sun.