Thoughtlets afloat in dreams...
Wishes molded in schemes
Flown on air, broke a fantasy
Fears and insecurities...
Tears of joy in reality
Embracing worlds apart
Adrift both horizons far
Fallen, fresh and fragrant
From the sturdy branches
Of the tree of chances
Days nearing autumn...
On early September morn'
Waking up beside you
From nights of rendezvous,
Like lover's interlude
Three long days...
Savored of sweet flavor
One by one passing...
Wilting after another
Like fallen leaves,
Drying fast they wither
The tryst we've shared,
I only sigh and whimper
Like voices falling...
Slowly into whisper
Cherished moments fading
Left passion more engaging
Three leaves in near autumn...
Drying, heading imperfection
Lifeless tho' saved of its essence
Never will ever crumple into pieces
Blown with the wind...
These fallen leaves
Tarnishing...browning,
Picked up and kissed
Preserved and oiled
Like treasured memories
Inserted in the book's pages,
Where I do not write my poems...
but live them.
...to Jens
three long days passed so quickly but
the meaning of which is forever etched
in the chapel of our hearts.
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