Way to autumn

[Lyrika]

A plane in the clouds
Draws stripes in the sky
It frazzles all doubts
And all birds passing by

Umbrellas in the trees
A cat’s tail on the street
On my tongue, frowsty breeze
Yet it tastes oh so sweet

Houses moan blame
They’re not purpose-built
Bricks whisper my name
But I have no guilt

I want to be your kite
Held on a string called soul
Fly me this stormy night
I’ll kiss a power pole