If only on a breeze
I could feel your kiss,
gently against my parched lips
worn of summer’s languished heat
but soothed by an
October dream

Cool upon my mouth
which aches with desire
as far away emotions call your name
between each falling leaf
cascading effortlessly
to the ground

Inhaling this enchanting scent
lingering on the breeze, I would taste
love, drenching me in hope
of cinnamon hues and
pumpkin patch wishes
as seasons change

So here I wait in the drifting winds,
the soothing joy that is your heart,
flowing from the north
to touch me, fulfilling  
these endless autumn longings
of your lips on mine

I count the blinks I take.
The nights I sleep.
The smiles I make.
The words I speak.
I count every single thing,
That you happen to be missing.
As a reminder to never take for granted,
All this precious time I've been handed.
This life I've been creating?
It started when I stopped waiting.
For you.
To choose me.
In other words,
I count to remind myself I'm free.

The shadows under your eyes spoke of moonlit sleepless lights,
The scars on your wrists spoke of lost battles and fights,
The pills in your shelves spoke of desperate relief,
The blades under your bed spoke of endless gries,
You broken-hearted smile spoke of silent pain,
And the tale of a broken soul, never to be mended again.

There is no fear
In my kind of faith

No hell
No gardens
No castle
Nor gates

No kings
To bow down to
No fiery fate

Boundless and eternal
   Are Traveler's traits...