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Fall the Leaves
Shadows on a dial of harvest sun, love recalls a smile for a lace undone. Queen and King left footprints by the window, made faces at the angels. Me and you, the moon was blue. There was no distance near or far, we were cathedral bell and star. Rain on the mountain swept the plough into the sea. Once there was silken fire - now fall the leaves, fall the leaves. What remains of love will ribbon buy, run a ragged mile of Indian sky, time enough for tears when the snowbirds fly. All the lonely happy to be broken a word away from heaven. Leaves turn gold - as dreams unfold. There was no distance, etc. |
