There's no doubt; By any chance I'd see you again Walking by the street or by the one you love, That waves would churn where the sea is calm This time not by the hopes of having you back, Maybe, just maybe of the jolt That comes with the sight of what once was home That has now become a distant abode
Autumn arrives on waves of sheer exhilaration for those summer worn bodies hungry for horizons enveloped in colorful palettes fall is courted with the best of intentions a clearly moody lover who year after year whispers goodbye in piles of leaves among rapidly vanishing vistas
We were all counting down to Fall it seems this year , and honestly the beautiful part of the season rushes by way too fast before barren landscapes and cold remain for what seems like months on end ...
I never had those red fights caused by small stuff. Neither did I experience those orange walks by the sea. I never woke up to yellow sunrise next to anyone. Not even a green stroll around one's favorite garden. I wish I had known how to turn one's blues during late night calls. And turn them to indigo fantasies at once. And make one's violet eyes brighter.
I only know of a sea of grey. A bit of white and an ocean of black. I feel comfort in my own spot of darkness. Fearing any inch of light will cause a mess. There were two or three who tried to pull me out, But I refused for I did not understand. For now I shall stay where I am, And feel the make-believe comfort I have made.