Coffins of Love (a happy poem)

There is so much calling to me tonight. I can feel a thunderswept Autumn piercing my aging afternoons. October is bristling with the revolution of seasons and my heart goes out to the haunted. I want so badly to hear your name again, hear it on my own tongue. The antechambers of Winter have been opened, just a crack. I can hear the tinsel and cold seeping through such a door. Take me as I am tonight, because tomorrow I will never be the same. The carved hollows of a nearby lamp call to me, beckoning my shadow ever closer. The road outside is a muted, desolate thing, but there is a peaceful solitude lingering where my fresh hope never fully materialized. Coffins of love shudder to point fish pale fingers at me..'nevermore, nevermore..' But my own relic has been cracked, and I've learned to breathe again.