Come early in the fall
the iridescence of my life...
Tracing stars above
Heaven's undercurrents sweep...
I dwell often, among trees I've never visited
where lush greenery, vine...
Accelerating
Rifts bellow through origins...
I trace the lines of your timbered soul
That echo through the wilderness...
Entrailes were sucked by grief
and pleasure bruised...
As they form,
if you listen carefully, you will hear the waves...
Chrysanthemums paint
as onyx skies softly weep...
Sun rays lit them up.
Sparkling little drops of rain...
In the midst of my window
That's facing the Sun...
An anchored timeline
Creates an imminent collision...
Falling leaves, stirred by wind, fly around...
In the shadows of Autumn along park's crimson...