Summer breeze
Like diamonds falling upon faultless skin
The sunlight draws a halo
A crown of gold upon cascading waves of black
The shadows
They cast light onto you
Darkness onto me
Making doves out of dragonflies
Consuming without compromise

Winter has since come and gone
Taking everything with the winds
The due drops rest upon my pores
Like rhinestones on the shore
I stand beside the sodden ash
Dark and cold with scattered grey
You come along like a thunderstorm
To push me down and then go away

I rest a verse upon my wrist
Every letter of every word belongs to you
The words, they rhyme
With every grime
Of my tattered and broken chords
I hope you see me with those eyes
As I fall onto the starry skies
With every breath I float away
My vacant vessel in visceral display

Autumn. . . .