Autumn

There is a wind where the rose was Cold rain where sweet grass was And clouds like sheep Stream o'er the steep Grey skies where the lark was. Nought gold where you hair was Nought warm where your hand was But phantom, forlorn, Beneath the thorn, Your ghost where your face was. Sad winds where your voice was Tears, tears where my heart was And ever with me Child, ever with me, Silence where hope was. --- Autumn - Carla Bruni