Aubade – Autumn wind whispers your name as the colour of leaves changes to flame

The moors, the lowering skies,
the ruins of a castle,
the ghosts of times long past and phantom tinkling of a piano
remind me as summer slides
into solemn September, your words, your smile, your heat,
and your scent.
Love is a canvass, a manifesto of indulgence as I breathe your name
on top of your thighs
and if by the remotest chance I manage to capture beauty
in verse,
if slowly the glow of the moon fades and the presence of empty space
becomes more apparent
then I would torch blandness with fire,
I have discovered that in life the paths that cross and go on
seldom meet twice.
A chalice of life is autumn who heeds not to the earthly lot,
who mourns the desolate and is devastatingly romantic,
I will never forget the adrenaline rush
the catch of breath and clouds in an apricot sky
when you first touched my face in the solitary passageway
read me that chapter again,
where the castle becomes the speaker and leads us through the age
I wonder what it would be like if we could rewrite history
a grey room with soft walls
where a world shattered by chaos is put together again
that’s all we shall yearn before we grow old and embrace the earth,
for as long as time is fleeting
it will teach us to make our lives meaningful,
you and I are joined by the same exquisite longing
this is my confession
as true as I am to my purpose, I will always find a way
back to you-
the moors, the lowering skies,
the ruins of a castle,
the ghosts of times long past and phantom tinkling of a piano
are witness.

 

 

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Posted for Wordy Monday with Wild Woman @ Real Toads