When humanity loses their beacon
Future plummets to deepest chasms
No light to welcome the future
No hands to hold, in our weaknesses
Only shenanigans
Will finally obliterate us
Leaving this celestial space lonelier

if
        perchance
                               I were
                                           never
                                                      to
wake again, stayed forever behind
         rose
                                colored
                                           glasses,
never to open again these tired eyes
          I would
                                stare at
                                         the back of my
eyelids,
            forever.

Gusts swirl under moist sun sinking,

Leaves loft and fall into garden pond,

Fiercly, first colours assemble to brink,

Red maple burns throughout autumn.