Red autumn leaves take a spiral flight remembering how it used to be

The shock, the barren empty aching, & all that it means

White evening stars daydream about being alive, lost in the fog

The denial, the sleepless nights, the fragile edge of a precipice

They lay at times, out of sight, often in the abyss of scripture

Nothing to do, nothing to say…just silence

Thoughts screaming to get out, enveloped isolation

Nothing to do, nothing to say…just silence

Breathe for me, love – Smile a little, love

Chin up, love – Take your pills, love

The dead breathe  for the living, poetic as a first raindrop

The poet discovers his insanity, alive for the madness of his heart

The muse invents revolution

Red autumn leaves change to the losing sunlight

White evening stars change to the losing moonlight

The awkward earth discovers its self-imperfection