in the air
that vibrates and shivers.
I walk alone to a wet smell of air,
a perfume of reverb.
Ooooooh,
ooooooh.
I hear the sound of the bark
and enter a domain of squirrels,
big goats and yellow leaves.
They are freshly fallen,
the tiny birds back at crumbs of bread.
Left by the walkers,
I hear raindrops falling from a branch.
They tell me, welcome.
I am enchanted by this oasis,
in the middle of grey buildings.
The sparks of last golden leaves,
on a patch of blue they're shining.
The wind from now stills gently carrying away
the clouds in the colours of sand and ashes.
Light rides up the sky to dance there is something in the air
that vibrates and shivers.
I walk
among the smells of the air,
a perfume of reverb.
