and they fell, with such intensity
among the leaves of laughter
and rolled around in history
crumbling leaves of distance
all gold, and brown
and free
and they stayed there and they rested
comfortable
and sighing
at home, at peace, and rested
the sweet wanting of desire wakes them
the sensuous dew at dawn
brushing aside
the distancing of sleep
and there in the valley
with the leaves all green and gold
only truth is speaking
only truth is told
because no less
would be deserved
and no less would
be received
a soft breeze that tickles the soul
brights the light
and shines
on leaves
all orange and gold.