In Autumn's trance
the chilling air,
the weight of a loving stare

The colors dance
among the trees
though, some..already bare
Lost, I am still there

Lost in a long pleasing
kiss...

What will you be
as the eternal flame
sits in it''s candle holder
waiting to reveal the next mystery?

Shall you be dormant
as the dusty books,
once read,
sit upon their shelf