\\

[integer at www.god-emil.dk]

autumn came, so enfold my heart in something,
in the shadow of a tree, or better yet, in your shadow

at times i fear i may never see you
that i'll beget sharp wings and reach the clouds
that you will hide in a foreign eye
and it will close as a leaf gently

it is then i sit on stones, in silence
and my words i drown within the sea
the unpronounceable