blowing leaves fall far from branches that release them
undulating dreams that quietly seed the seasons
becomes the ground's tightly woven web of meanings
she's returning to a faeries den astride a hive of thieves
to hide the falling leaves and eyes that see them
frequently forgotten in the aging light of evening
our heartbeats combine to produce the sound of dreaming
remember that daily baths of suspicion and treason
suggest that we are all undeniably yearning for this beating
yet, I say untie yourself from these meager meetings
and welcome home the infinite mystery that's greeting
family, friend and foe ensure each other's bleeding
and help to release the pain and sorrow that is no longer needed