Autumn begins with mimosas
Golden, fragile and nice
It's you, you're the girl
Who came out to the street to me
My hall used to smell of your letters
When I came panting back from school
And down the streets in light autumn
Followed me fair angels
The yellow strawflower, October
calls withering to mind through mimosas
It's you, my only one
You used to come to the pastry in the evenings
Sleepy from over-praying, over-faintness
I would cry whispered words in the park
As the new autumn Moon shone through the clouds
May-like for the golden mimosas
Oh, tender, sweet dreams I would dream
under the Moon that faded at the break of dawn
In my sleep playing with the springs long gone
Like a scented golden bouquet