Outside October perches its little feet
upon summer's fading scenery...

There's a peculiar heart
beating faintly...

Are you making passes
while I'm reciting my heart's passages...

You asked me for my words
I silenty surrender my soul...

If I'm blind
give my heart eyes to blink...

There's something about the air in Fall,
it begets this chill inside...

I find it quite peculiar
the way you blow kisses in my hair...

She cries
fields of daisies...

Dreams
are falling...

This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart...

There's this flame
that burns deep inside of thee...

I don't suppose
the white hums of summer...