The silence in October,
is beyond these words.
From the mild cold and morning dew,
to this mid temperate Sun's hue.
All these flavours with daunting blues,
you see wings fly off to calming views.

This time in fractals now you realise,
time is flying in my locked paradise.
Stuck in this habitat for way to long,
Now I hear whispers in my October song.

Ending this year with variety in tears.
From disclosure to disease,
from disasters to deceased.
For this season of fall in yellow and green.
For the news of end is falling in.
Seeing these mild heated afternoons,
feeling those fear of loosing dearest aloof.

This series of season,
this sequence of months.
Calling to summarise this beauty in rust.
Now I see this year's fate is bend,
I am hearing October's rustle to end.

The last fragments from my broken thoughts
the final colours of my palate,
spill again beyond what I could recollect.
They tell me to look through
this mist of emotions,
to survive the cyclone of uncertainty.
To hold tight cause last ray of sunshine,
It is about spill on your destiny.

To keep on going
Free your ghosts from past,
they can't possibly chain your emotions,
they can't possibly extinguish your wildfire.
Stand in the eye of the tornado,
to experience the chaos,
to gauge the destruction mobilised.
Introspect your emotions,
look beyond your deeds,
observe the sunrise and savour your sunset.
For today you may stand alone,
but only until your voice is heard,
until your truth stands as your testament.
A testament to  your ideas of tomorrow,
a testament to your legacy from yesterday.

So don't you stand still and
wait for the waves.
Do the unexpected make your own quakes.
Live for what you stand for,
voice your opinions and stand tall.
For today could be the darkest of your history,
but the victory will fall to those,
who survived the blizzard of failures.
Hold on to your last ray of Sunshine,
it will abjure your uncertainties,
and light up your realities.