the swimmer
has passed.
yet,
transformative ripples
continue to touch,
leaving a subtle wake
that gently rocks
my soul.
were
that I could
swim.
but no,
I run.
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Soul eater of the Autumn forest
when melancholy set in
you were sitting
on the edge of yesterday,
falling backward into
a pool of dark blue light.
transformed into the night.
swimming against the current,
always against the current
always.
how much longer?
how much longer?
does it kill
or
make you stronger?
it is momentary
it does not stay
like all true love
it just fades away
remnants
pieces
parts
flakes
of broken hearts
caught between
the laughter and
the tears
afloat
on astral streams
among the
missing years
going lost
in midnight dreams
remnants
pieces
parts
flakes
of broken hearts
Autumn
in the shadows
the evening drift of melancholy
searches for the time
when life is not sequestered
in broken measures of rhyme
the evening drift of melancholy
is a song that can’t be sung
although the melody
entices on the tongue
the drift seems but a measure
of how long my life has been
it takes no pain or pleasure
in coming ‘round again
it is but a weary song
that floats upon the breeze
knowing all along
it will drive me to my knees
the evening drift of melancholy
knows I can’t be strong
knows that soon enough
I’ll lay down my weary song
I will have no choice
I will have no say
It steals once more my voice
and I watch it drift away
the evening drift of melancholy
falls like evening rain
it takes no pain or pleasure
in coming ‘round again
it takes no pain or pleasure
in coming ‘round again
journey through
the Autumn lands
to seek a Northern shore
where Winter’s breath awaits
and Summer is
no more
i follow you.
i walk the ground
that kissed your feet
i feel the weight
as the years retreat
with rolling thunder
that makes no sound
i follow you
through time and space
searching for
a touch of grace
to just collide
with solid air
unable to hide
that you were here
immerse myself
immerse myself
breath deeply
breath deeply
i seek what is true
I seek the chance
to drown
in you
I await
a simple touch
I await
the magic of her breath
I await
the washing
I await
a resurrection from this death
I await
the moment when I’m worthy
I await
the sound of pealing laughter
I await
the hours that come after
the ending
of my life
there is no peace
that you can bring
I await
another Spring
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