Hayu Hamemayu

The leaves turned red on those days of October

When fall was here and winter was near

Could you taste the sweetness in the air?

The taste of a life free from despair?

I pictured us walking hand in hand

Along the way where everywhere was a yellow lane

I remembered how I would have waited for you

On that old wet bench in Lundagård around 1 pm or two

Our love grew strong despite the wind

Flourishing like mushrooms under the autumn rain

I became gold, you were getting brown

To the colors of heaven we were all belong.

Lund, 2017/10/23