A universe caught in it's own diversity
like the wings of a butterfly
severed off during it's flight.
And as the Fall becomes apparent,
the leaves find changing colors a bit too
dramatic.
A melodic song, sung in the key of
freezing temperatures
but is longing its dear, blanc
sitting on the pavement.  
A restless change in winds,
like a wave colliding into the equator.
A world too predictable,
like a dandelion
loosing all of its wishes.

But your voice grows flowers,
your eyes rip me apart,
almost like a ray of sun
hitting ice, and not becoming another
element.
Your heart takes me in one,
and starts to feed.
Your body is the source of life,
like a newly-wed spring leaf.  
And I've never been more okay.