I Know Your Coming is Drawing Near

Whenever the reviving cold autumnal nights lull my troubled heart,

I know your coming is drawing near.

Whenever the autumnal breeze affectionately kiss and cuddle my face with its rejoicing dancing rhythm,

I know your coming is drawing near.

Whenever the autumnal sky hides the glaring face of my bold sun with its tearful somber clouds,

I know your coming is drawing near.

Whenever the cryptic yearning autumnal melodies creep into the untrodden recesses of my soul,

and point towards our homeland,

 our homeland that makes the autumnal breeze carry our nostalgic messages,

I know your coming is drawing near.

Whenever the dim lighted bleak roads call at my heart so furtively,

and the mysterious warmth of your immaterial presence starts to join their calling,

I know your coming is drawing near.

Whenever our despondent, deserted dreams supplicate us to return and discover their burial place,

I know your coming is drawing near.

Whenever the autumnal tears wash out the dark leaves of the trees around the graves of our buried dreams,

and the wind begins to unearth them and revives our hopes again,

I know your coming is drawing near.

Whenever our resurrected dreams rise from their graves under the misty gray roof of the autumnal sky,

and embrace each other passionately in their graveyard,

I know your coming is drawing near.