Among the wandering leaves of autumn, I find myself

Among the wandering leaves of autumn, I find myself, Where fate and delicate time are intertwined. I have told you of the nostalgia of endless nights, How the moon watches over my silent thought, withered. You are mystery and warmth, in the dawn that crowns the horizon, When your smile lights up stars in the most exquisite crown. Desire, unforeseen, beyond words, whispers, A distant echo that trembles in the evening breeze. The thrill of love I feel is an awkward flame, Pulsing to the cello's rhythms in the ephemeral night. "Do not search”, I tell you, when curiosity embraces you, The world in my heart is profound, where the dreamer can no longer touch. And now, when we both are a fragment of silence, Let my soul lay down its secret beneath the cold canopy. At the border between dream and sweet foaming illusion, I bathe in the depths of your eyes, in the quiet that leads me. Enchanting creature, not veiled by the unknown, Your voice, a maiden song, charms me, boundlessly. I ask you, when your eyelids fall, let their shadow cradle me, To carry me through your dreams, like a ship towards the dawn that barely rises.