Out my window, in a mist, the silver maple tree; she bows, she creeks and bends
She ages
for every crumbling, fallen leaf that once clung to breathless, brittle branches, battered by November gales, then blew away like paper scraps in whirls of requiem wind soliloquy, this waning, burning, coughing heart endures
the season fades, then reoccurs
without you while my soul's felt; crying in the empty alley and singing mournful melancholy mass in the desperate songs of lonely love-birds, ravens, calling.
Calling again and again
all thoughts; on you, while wet sands sink and waves of indigo fall back into the echoing sea
my mind, along your ancient, endless cold gray shale-fracked shoreline,
Now, n' forever chases
All alleys
of eyeless faces
opened wide
While black hole hearts, with vortex force subliminally suck me in through terminals where my wandering, lovesick mind now races
and then, alone and naked in the cold
She let's go of her last dead leaf,
She sings one final sigh
Then, in frost and winter hibernation
cries one final cry,
Goodbye
And the eyeless faces tears will storm
For everything in life that lives, for now, in love, must die
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