Summer synesthesia

Cemetery's gates are open
A sign that the souls went out
For a walk maybe
Sometimes I steal their corpses
And dance in a grotesque ballet
Shake an old tree
With my bare conscience
I've heard your heartbeat
Roaring in the air
Fixed your image on another retina
Of an eye no longer struggling for life
And fell asleep
Recall the very first moment
A perfect summer day
When all those leaves became birds
Here and elsewhere the grass
Growing from your words
Caressing the sky
The shadow of your steps
In a grey afternoon
Smooth and graceful, like a tango
Crashed and broke
On the asphalt
Colder