my eyes have never beheld a sunset like this
the gental mist fills the air
the breeze kisses like one awakening their lover
the passion of life grows...love blossoms
but it is like the midnight rose...its beauty shown only for a moment
i wish this impass of life did not exist
i am the autumn mist that is carried away in the wind
the dew..dried up...like the rose...my wishes never to be
but one does not know the ways of the heart and what lies beneath
mine is like a shadow longing for a yesterday that may come tomorrow
the passage of time grows near but the fear of alone has preceeded it
i walk hand-in-hand with the precession
the summer of my youth has turned into the autumn chill..and i am left
........the leaves caught in the wind.
