Last Rustle...

wind sings slowly

full of melancholy

bewitched,

dry leaves follow me,

into oblivion.

A silly evening

birds sit on the electric wire

as it swings

to the flutters of their restless wings

to some (now) well known rhythm.

the clouds laze around,

inheriting the stillness of my mind.

occupy the same spaces,

on the (now) well known sky.

pearls of sweat

cling to my forehead

like a hiker holding on to a cliff

before taking a mighty fall.

same old spot,

same old thoughts

same silly evening

same wish for a change.

thoughts fade away

universe blinks,

I follow the tired sun

and return home(as always).