antti pohjonen

it is autumn, if the mountain
i come alone, seeking you
to the sound of a falling sequoia
there are acorns on the trail
and josephine saddle is stoned
the wind, moist with evening dew

but you are not there,
are you? where?
you, who does nothing
without reason
everything in due season
and nothing will stop me

evening falls peacefully
the breeze everso gentle
escape from lies and trouble
nolonger of importance, i am
butterflies swirling in dreams
a chosen path, covered with moss

but you are not there,
are you? where?
you, who does nothing
without reason
everything in due season
and nothing will stop me

clouds scatter, night falls
the sky, now pure and fresh
clear river, the weeds bitter
a taste of a thousand emotions
mind wonderflex, half-moon glows
sound rush through veins, flows

but you are not there,
are you? where?
you, who does nothing
without reason
everything in due season
and nothing will stop me

the sun shines in the morning
the wind is full of light
what happened to the winter?
did spring arrive without a fight?
all this walking, this wandering
and i made tracks in drifting sand?