Autumn is here,  your morning light, the glow on your face is out of sight.

I’ll take your hand, you take me there, I’d follow your beauty anywhere.

Craving your touch, breath on my skin, your tender whispers inviting me in.

Lost in flight, seat of my pants, these feelings can't be purely by chance.

This must be love, it all feels right,   your smiles my beacon when days fade to night.


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Autumn approaches.
Pumpkin spice, apple cider,
the flavors of fall.

I have worn this shroud
For long enough;
The darkness of death
Has clipped my wings,
Weighing down pasty white flesh
Cold, prodding like fingers
Kneading, massaging skin
Into shivering numbness.


I would hibernate
Sleep until the warmth of spring
Brings life and colour again;
But I am not allowed escape
I must suffer a polar landscape
Inside nature’s fridge;
Live through this cleansing freeze
Dull and lifeless like the trees.

On the dock
I feel a very cool
Breeze
I wish I brought a sweater
Better yet
A long slaved t-shirt
That sun is tricky.

I'm so alive
With your face
Next to mine
I see you
In dreams
Feel your breath
Against my cheek
You're just so green
Exploding
Beside me
And I'll never see
Anything besides
Those colours
Stained inside
The back of
My eyes
Replaying
A thousand times
While a hundred
Springs fade
Into summer
Everglades
And a hundred leaves
Tumble down
Around me
You're so green
I'd give
Anything
To watch you
Burst alive
Into bloom

Maybe it's easy to wait
for the spring after winter,
day after night.
But for patience
We need love and faith.

I have started understanding
this reasons now.
Until I get it all I will paint hope
Just like the way he explains
Dark and light Of his waiting
In this World's
Microsecond of silence.