Autumn in new york

Pearls
mother of pearl
hanging from the ceiling
touch them
make sounds
glasses that you play on
whistle blow
makes whistling sounds
your perfume
lingers on
in this room
your spirit
I watch you
strange one
as you move slowly across the room
smiling
laughing

it´s autumn
leaves falling
dancing through liquid air
your hands touches the outer layers
whilst your eyes talk not mundane
but air
living breathing air
and your white hands dance
it´s autumn in New York
and you´ve got this year to live
the heart
tells nothing and it hurts
(I know)
ophelia
to see everything
atoms
molecules
the street
to fill up to the brim
with death
the tumor washes away life
to find nothing underneath
but a wasting flower
about to die

but that can´t last forever, can it?
Snow falls over new york

it tumbles down seeking comfort
you speak naught but tumble away
into vast dimensions
beyond the wall of sleep
to last forever

but forever is a lie
now you´re a story I tell to women
everywhere

the hats lingers on
go on without a care
mother of pearl dances in the breeze
autumn in New york
sad not bad
to see your enigma
wash away with the sun