Words falling

So write I must
My words turning pale so that I must 
put them to sleep on paper
Scratching marks on yellowing surfaces
of Time and Space
Which nobody may read 
And nowhere may they be heading
In a nameless season
where imaginary leaves fall
like snow

So write I must.
To turn the wheels of days and nights
For the showflakes of my 
Utterances to 
Rumble on and on and on
Withered and soft
Living no more