Like burning castles in
how you glow ever as
a dying twilight of some
frivolous (and fortuitous)
tender love

Shy way in draped our arms lay
while sitting perched on the limb of a tree
swaying as sounds of
old songs rain down
these pathways
these October evenings

The haphazard folly of sunlight lowered
and everything golden and
forgotten
lurches back from drowsy sleeps
to bloom
with sorrow

These barely conscious white walls
reaching homeward
- grasping memories nestled before pillow -
avenues deserted with mere faint rustlings
dull and dreary confirmation
to an echo formed in picture:
our tree long since rotted

Swaying then as we did overlooking the fields
their wide expanse of encroaching life
to be shared
and protected

And yet now ....

Crescent moon sitting silhouette while
standing below
- reflected in window glass -
and hearing you singing
(so gently and beautifully)
a song old and tremulous
but now
alone

Amid my ruins and
my
October evenings

I enjoyed your take on the month, Lennon.


Les

Lennon,

I also feel queezy about complimenting someone on his or her expression of sorrow or sadness, but this lolls by at quite the right pace.

thanks,

Peter

I enjoyed so many elements of this one.

"Shy way in draped our arms lay
while sitting perched on the limb of a tree
swaying as sounds of
old songs rain down
these pathways
these October evenings"

Favorite lines. I like the sense of melancholy in this piece, as I feel October has that sort mood.