Sérénité

Caught a  glipse of his eyes
I gently sit myself next to him

No conversation
No touch
No thing

I washed away my sanity
I just want to get this feeling
The serene feeling
To feel every second worth it
To see the colours of the wind
To catch the red falling leaves on my lap
To override my phobias to love and affections
He wants it too, no need to question

August to September
On this blue bench
With the fading and cracking paint
Under the black old tree
Scattered with the yellow reddish leafs
With our face exposed with the sleepy sun
Who's finding the way to its roots
I met the old friend of mine
The friend i thougt has already gone
Has finally find its way back home

Greetings to you, Love