The forgotten sanctuary

I remember myself of a place of my secret past Where I wandered dreamily at the end of the school This place was a discreet kindling where it was chilly And where the red sheets of the autumn fell after a light flight Nobody to my knowledge, knew the mystery about it And imagined only in his environment was an isolated grave Quite hidden by the surrounding wall made by an old stony wall, That same the angels seemed to have ignored. I remember the silence which reigned in this wood and the fear That I felt(experienced) by approaching silencer of the sacred sanctuary Embalmed by an outmoded veil of sadness, by tears and by tears And of the terror which I felt to chant the notes of the name Of the one the green and wet foam(moss) of which recovered the memory Fearing that my hand crossing the stone