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By Baby Rose Date: 2007 Oct 24 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.24.10.12.12768]] |
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Autumn can not fathom the hopelessness through its ribbons of caramelized gold, floating through seas of fermented carmine and flaming orange lights. It does not know how much I crave for it's sweetness to last through the days when frost creeps on bony fingered hands and gourd lanterns do not light a path through the thickened darkness, a darkness which wraps so fully around me until I am not able to whisper a hint of breath. It can not harbor the idea that my hearth lies unclothed, as my barren flesh dwindles, without warm, earthly, garments to ease the iciness. Even the cold, restless, silver of the stars sinks into my spirit and the deep, winter, moon casts its beams to fill me with foreboding memory. Oh, Autumn do stay, and pass your dead leaves as a shrine to me. Do not let them sink into ash and rubble as my dear love has grown. Leave no marble that will harvest the vines of bitter reflection, just keep them quiet and still, so that I may sleep at night with hope as my softened pillow. Hope, that without the changing seasons that love will forage here and that true ebony can not leave its scar upon my muted world. Sweet Autumn, turn immortal and fly upon gossamer sails, keep the nectar hidden from monarchs and the frozen rain from the amber grasses. Let eternity be your keeper... |