All
Of time is alluding to everything
Fall
Exists out of view of every spring
And we
Fit like a glove; our matter stuck, embroidered between
The sun, the sea, the ladybugs, and
Leaves
They shrivel and die and so will I
But you
Refuse to comply. I know
Soon
My autumn will fold; brown out of gold, spring colors untold
A verdancy I'll never get to
Know
Know that I cared then let me go
Throw
My ash to the air. I wasn't scared at all
The truth
Is though we are strangers my love's vain and its target is you
Our absent passage lasts in amber
Hues