The scent is smoky...
The scent is smoky, \nthe taste is wine -\nThe air is acrid - \nI draw a line...\nA hint of pepper \nand mountain ash,\nPouring some red juice -\nTime makes a dash.\nVelvet in shadows \nto overflow\nLight's smoothing some strokes\nand bring some hoar...\nRich multicoloured \nThe foliage kaleidoscope:\nMadeira colour\nand gold to drop...\nThe sun is melting\nIn envelopes...\nThe viscous resin\nOn the pine bark \nAnd we are diving \nInto the dark...\nA piece of corduroy\ntouching the grooves\nYou're putting off that all -\nwith gentle moves... \nSun's slipping down \nTo the cobwebs \nYou're coming to me \nBy silent steps...\nWe're falling down\non the warm grass\ntouching each other -\nThe hottest palms...\nLosing the track of time - \nlosing the paths\nWe're filling with love \nOur lonely hearts...\nThe roots and forests \nrich autumn gardens,\nwhere there are ripe\nplums, apples, anise...\nWhere there's rich \nand juicy harvest -\nbranches are bending\nclose to the ground...\nFragrance is melting\nIn the dense warmth\nThe oak is hung \nwith brown acorns;\nA row of tight moss\nSuede mushroom tops\ncrossing the edge\nof the rich forest...\nFruitful as from a horn\nAbundance - it's the time\nwhen we were born\nagain in silence...