The Cobblestones

Finally forgotten,
My words shudder as they fly
Towards the tired heavens’ gentle stare
What fine weather we are having
Some say
But you simply vanished
In the air

Today I told a story
To the smirking cobblestones
They only looked at me and frowned.
You see they didn’t like the way
I rambled on.
No one wants to listen
Nowadays.

Still I hear your voice
When the warm night sleeps
It breaks into my dreams and tells me
I simply can’t go back
To when the trees were yellow
And when the sun
Was green.

But maybe
Through the warm night
You’ll hear me too
If I reply that I don't care
I will escape.
The cobblestones would be proud
I am silent
Now.