Autumn window

Before the days blind from me

Let me offer you my love,

These leaves of dried recollections

With cassettes and tapes and photographs .

If earth don't swallow me up from your skies

The yellow branch of my autumn window

Would still gaze in search of your Chilean poets
Spanish masquerades and American ghosts. 

I looked up at you but you did not say

And I floated with life senselessly

To be into ashes, to sleep with lust

But your saddened smile was for me, I believe.