Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Amber and Autumn

Spinning, swirling
into a beautiful nothing
in your hands
and always for you.

My life could be measured
in reactions to you
wind blowing through my hair
and radiant winter.

Your words,
my life,
my death,
my joy,
my disappointment,
and always for you.

I am warm vanilla,
amber light,
and benevolence.
I am autumn.

And you still,
are all things.
Softly Spoken
words that
set my heart afire.
The color of a stormy sunset
and the cool December stars.

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