When the autumn leaves are falling

When the autumn leaves are falling
and the sadness creeps in the night,
When the days are long and boring,
and passing without the smallest light.

When the people flow like rivers
and nobody stays behind,
when the moon is slowly dying
and the sky grows dark, unkind.

When sleep is a cure so sweet
but goes bitter with the time,
when your smile is there to quiver
painted on a mask sublime.

When streets are empty
yet crowded full.
when people laugh at you not all so gently,
and take you as a fool...

Remember this:

Autumn leaves are falling,
but the spring will come again.
Days are long and passing,
but the light comes only from within.

People flow like rivers,
but water is a precious gift.
The moon might die tonight,
only to be reborn and bright.

Sleep might get bitter,
but the power to wake is yours.
Smiles may sometimes quiver,
but smiles are also cures.

A crowded street is full of hopes,
full of dreams.
For crowds are not made of glass,
but hold the hopes and dreams all so vast.

J.V.