the colors of fall embrace the horizon;
delicate petals rush to hide their sweets;
cold and blue, waves gently fold upon the seashore.
in a blessing of fate, two spirits meet.
as darkness wraps itself blind around my fingers,
trees bare themselves naked in winter haze.
the tides in retreat reveal more than expected;
thoughts last more than his momentary gaze.
the dawn shimmers sunrise in sleepless hope and faith
while greens sway in soft sunlit reverie;
dance and crash. inevitably, the moon directs:
she does as waterfalls – beautifully.
mild afterglow skies reminiscent of your face,
the lonely world yields to flames – so do i.
oceans ablaze, what miracles can spark from this?
believe that even hearts can be on fire.
27 September 2005