30.01.15 12:01 AM

Now it’s autumn,leaves roam and scatter

Again the wind flings heavy drops againstthe glazing

And you’re reading old letters,tattered and fading

And retrace a whole life-time in just one hour.

With sweet trifles you enjoy such time-wasting

You’d hate to be disturbed by a tap on the shutter:

For when it’s sleeting outside,it’s so much better

To dream by the fireside,sleepily nodding.

So I stay in my chair,staring into the fire

Dreaming of old tales and a fairy queen’s sighs;

Around me the mist rises higher and higher;

Suddenly the rustling of silk makes me rise,

Steps so soft,barely touched by the old floor….

Then with slender,icy hands you hide my eyes