The doctor
said,
"6 months
give or
take".

Spoke to me
like it was
my healing
time.

Like,
I would be
as good
as new
in 6 months.

In a way,
I guess that
he will be.

Fall,

I fell in love
with your
warm inviting
rustic hues
so very
long ago.
The smell of
burning wood
and hot
apple cider
wafting by me
from the mill
down the road.
Oh how I
long for
scary Halloween
movies with
Jason, Freddy,
Michael,
a witch and
a black cat.
Pumpkins and
spice and a
hoodie with
a hat.

Autumn,

every year
I fall for you
like leaves
that fall from
their trees.
The October air
that is fresh
and crisp
with each
Autumnal breeze.

If I could
marry a season?
For you
Autumn,
I would fall
to one
bended knee.

I miss your
romantic aura
that unlocks
my passion's
passion with
only your key.

During your
season... ..

I have never
seen anything
quite more
remarkable or
beautiful than one
of your trees.

Fall,

you
captivate... ..

you
mesmerize me.

The rain,
the sound of it as it cascades off of the window panes,
the metal tingy sound as it meets the gutters.

The grey skies,
the gloomy feel,
the frowns that could be smiles,
if,
if you take a moment to count the shades of grey in the sky.

A smile formed from one that is deaf... ..

if,
if they could only hear what you hear,
the sound of a car swooshing by in the rain.

The melodic sound of a windshield wiper
as it sways to and fro.

The sound of thunder that even scares the unimpaired.

There is serenity and peace to be found in the rain.

While others complain about it,
find misery in it.

I listen and find things most overlook,
take for granted.

An unforgettable intimate kiss in the rain---

I like to walk in tall wet grass,
barefoot while it rains,
damp heavy sticky clothes...

--- I smile
and stare up at the grey sky.

... ..

Then there was blue-----

My pain cannot be measured, there is no ceiling,
nor can it be eased with any artificial form of healing.

I have pieces I am trying to put back together,
some that just won't fit , some fragments are as fine as a feather.

Moments of staring off into the never,
I thirst for the time when we can be back together.

Your tear soaked photos I hold them to my chest,
the sun doesn't play anymore for me, neither east nor to the west.

I reach for a smile every once in a while,
just to feel normal, just to keep myself from total exile.

The rays of
moonlight
through the
curtains,
highlighted
her body
that was prone
on my bed
in all of
my
'push button'
places.


Like;
Duran Duran
I was suddenly,
"Hungry like
the wolf".

And also like;
Duran Duran
what came next
was my
"Reflex'.

I mean... ..

After all;
like
Duran Duran
there was
going to be a
"New moon
on Monday".

We once
were
kicked out
of a bar
because
the folks
around us
couldn't
stand the heat.

And
The Mist
was a
blue blur.

Eyes.

Eyes,
they can
tell us oh
so much if
we dare to
peer deeply
enough.

More than
a
"window to
the soul"
but rather
the meeting
place for
everything
about you
in the universe
to go... ..

and to
grow

into an
unforgettable write
by
Edgar Allen Poe

and a place
where,

me, alas... ..
is filled with
very little
woe.

Behind those
eyes are where
life lives
and where
life dies.

Stare if
you must
because,

behind
my eyes is
an enchantment
of
paradise's
skies.