trees sway in austere
winds, each sigh forming sorrow
until the eons fade.
I have been here once
just once before in this quiet,
and yet, I am home.
come here, my dear one,
leave some room near your heart, for
I will not leave you.
oceans have been swept
into the darkness of earth,
raging at the middle.
sun torn fallen leaves
drape themselves over lonesome
echoes of time lost
in these everlost
memorizations of our
lives, we let it go.