Autumn

a sunbeam
a beetle
the swallows are migrating
it was a long time ago

the grassland
demolished by long tongues
the coldness of the air I am feeling
on my skin

a watch is ticking
and leaves they have to fall down
the clouds are moving quickly
hurrying for not having to become cleared away

from green to brown
from yellow to red
the world is arching
under the heavy burden of time

I am sitting and watching
and feeling the time
flying
and leaving marks

the questions I asked
are answering the cool wind
the love I gave
is leaving a sensible effect

it has become dark
the shadows have left
the blue smoke of my cigarette
is sinking in the dark of the sky

but the red glow of ashes
becomes visable
before falling down
and hovering away

its is my time
when I am sitting
and gently watching
………………………………shhhh

What would be….
when I should have to enter my next-life-condition and I should have to see, that life has fooled me
when I never have felt happiness and pain of love in my heart
when desires and acting on impulse never prevailed over rationality
when I never would have taken my dearest persons into my soul
when the sparkles in my eyes never would have revealed you my inner life
I would regret, not having taken all the chances
The watch is ticking mercilessly
NOW