Autumn is here And she is a leaf – Withered and dry, Curling back towards itself – And we stand around her Waiting For the moment she will finally Fall.
He madly scrambles inside his head, Searching for the letters, Piecing them together Haphazardly; Puzzle pieces that refuse to fit. He tries to form out the words To make her stay. He speaks them out And they sound wrong. He…
While ironing my clothes With nothing but a towel on I think of the answer.
I saw the hand of god, Gnarled and twisted, Flash across the sky.
The words were fired Like bullets from a gun; Hurting those who got in the way.
A tidal wave of people Came rushing towards me; I struggled as I drowned.
I woke up to the sound Of birds arguing outside; Marital problems.
I breathe in her song And it fills me with sadness, For I know it’s not for me.
The road stretches on until forever – Reaching the horizon and touching heaven. I drive on towards you.