Thursday, October 26, 2006
seasons gone and passing
when autumn air carries grey memories adrift
on azure streams still flowing swift
and the coldness lays down, rises, and lays down again
I hold my breath, to not taste the fog.
when heaven moans, cries and grieves
with teardrops that fall upon rest'd leaves
and the quiet staccato echoes across the still air
I turn my ears, hoping to catch the hidden harmony
when twilight drapes its darkened veil
across fading light's scattered trail
and the world around me blurs under a distant stare
I close my eyes, to remember those times long since passed.
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