I'm staring at the bare tree

outside at the neighbourhood as

it's leaves been blown away

by foggy autumn wind.

As they slowly arrive at

the top of the others, some

magic screen opens

in my mind...

He is smiling.

Smiling at me and

reaches out to my

week body, as it collapses.

Some outer silence.

Then light brakes through

all the gates and is

slowly flooding into the room...

He is breathing next to me.

I hear him breathing.

His heartbeat.

Everything else is dead.

We're safe. Nothin' can

be seen.

Just the two of us.

The world is sacrafised.

Our souls are burried in love.

We make one fastlove,

run out of breath.

Fall asleep, hugging.

We dream of paradise.

A magic place where

we might never be.

Of freedom. Of dare.

Dare to hold our hands.

It's getting dark.

The wind stops blowing the leaves.

Noone stares them anymore.

They're dead for good, all.