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A seasonal piece for a seasonal time |
Fallen Vistas A view outside a window, opportunities, long past Memories that sing low, from a book of faces, fast Fast and loose, the wind blows with rain against the panes Regrets too often ring slow, as Autumn's sting sustains with foliage burnt copper, seen, a rustled autumn shard Times not pushed, that should have been 'midst times I pushed too hard A season set aside for falls, no reason left to find Some people don't rise to their calls .... some people fall behind Fall amidst autumnal tides with flora, foreign... few A solace strange, sought on the side with things lost, running through Staggering 'tween fallen trees, some old, some simply fell Vacant as the summer's breeze, so lonely, we can dwell with falls long taken, woken, this bizaare of broken dreams, and calls forsaken, spoken, ... what a token answer means between a heart beat, black and blue, underneath life's veil Spirits torn and twisted true, leaves left on forest trails Abandoned where such truths disguise, 'neath canopies the same Counting stars that grace the skies, ... too many bare your name Candles that keep burning bright at both ends till they're gone A beacon for the turning night now lost, the light has shone Like diamonds running through the blood, that no-one wants to mine Streaming gleaming in a flood, yet somehow hard to find Somehow lost in lands afar for fauna to explore, with windows cracked and left ajar for songbirds to ignore Too busy dancing in the sun, 'midst Rustic leaf strewn grass But when it all is said and done, you lie beyond the glass Looking for that hidden score, seeking autumn's shine A view a man would die for ... alas it isn't mine |