#autn

I sleep with her breath upon me And she is found whispering her weariness into my air My leaves contain reds and dying, They requite their ballad Seduced by the flailing winds She needs me to know her She begs me to enter in

It is all I can do To remain restless and in need I only to call from my loneliness and she stirs To mirror the deep in me For her quiet does reflect her cold To disturb nothing that does not belong to her dying And we grasp as we throng But we release as we sigh

I am the soul of dusk And she is the awaking dawn We are what lovers share when the day is gone She is Winter and I am Autumn We taste the constant of a night that is long And I pine for what her coldness becomes

She cries for the ancient of change and white And covers her lover with soft and light She is my skin to feel her embrace my stay We taunt the sky to tempt the breeze we crave And share the canvas from which we lay

She sleeps with my breath upon her\ And I whisper my weariness into her air My leaves are all broken and fallen They revisit their grave Reduced by the failing winds I need her to remember me I beg her to love me again.