Memories of the Fall...

Whispers of the wind… songs afar…
The wistful scent of ancient wine…
A gust of shrouded memories… a story
Of all I wish was mine.

The rains… the wet sun… the leaves…
The vision of a smiling earth…
A whiff of times blown to dust… a dream
Of desire that failed its worth.

The flocks of pigeons… the fleeting clouds…
The silver thread amidst the wild…
A current of buried delight… a sight
Of bliss untouched and reviled.

The bounding stags… the humming bees…
The smiles against a burning sun…
A draft of yen on broken wings… a promise
Of fortunes cast and lost as one.

The fallen leaves… the dying light…
The golden dust of sweet resurgence…
A waft of passing grace… a voice
Of rapture unraveled to silence.

The flooded porch… the stars of snow…
The dismal rise of ashen night…
A breeze of smoking blood… a spark
Of flames that ate their very light.

Melodies of the dark… shattered hearts…
The morbid trail of ancient treason…
A storm of dwindling faith… a roar
Of rage upon the death of reason.