The distance between heart and brain
Can stretch for miles- then again,
At times the journey's half as short
As one would willingly purport.

On day as these, when autumn sun
Paints the leaves with liquid dun,
The distance spans eternity
To surmount sense and certainty.

I trace the swirling, falling leaves;
The ghostly trail my exhale breathes.
This change in colors brings anew
The nonsense in my heart for you.