Sometimes

I can hear this deep silence,

a huge, thick silence...

In front of me just a long road,

an interrogation mark..

I'm alone....

My misteries, dull  leaves, 

falling leaves...

 I see my own footsteps, a limpid

 clue of my loneliness.

Still, the silence echoes

full of questions and a stubborn expectation...

This silence embraces me as if it was

a scary ancient tree capable of haunting me,

drawing at the horizon falling leaves which reflect my anxious soul...