Standing still beneath the autumnal haze,
In the undisturbed fields of fervor,
I find your ghost. I feel your echo.
Whispering winds weave words onto my skin,
Pulsating memories flowers, blooming yet
Unseen cascades of dewdrops form yours & mine.
Do you hear the sighing whispers,
The infinite wave of remembering timeless retrace?
When autumn paints the silent
Remains of whispering heart swings, emotional science,
On nights when moon glows fragility
Stolen moments dance like shimmering
A sea rhythm no longer hears its shore;
Will reflections fracture intensity,
Barely bold intensity responding this winter-long breath?
Passionate dances convert air to fluid,
Tremors sculpt passions rooted in dreams,
Reestablish, yet ephemeral—
forever stirring.
Join as mere ribs unreal, yet
Underneath pulsates warm promise cracks,
Vows not yet opacities drowsy awaken glances.