© Tas 9/28/00
Autumn EveThe wind is chilldrawing my hair from my neck Clouds scuttle past the moon on this Autumn eve Leaves colored red, bronze and gold crunch beneath my feet The veil between the worlds is thin tonight Every whisper of wind is the breath of a lost love coaxing me to the circle A candle burns in the window leading me on leading me home as I tug the jacket tighter around me I come to you, my love, as I close the wrought iron gate Decayed flowers wilt in broken vases as I walk row upon row of stones to kneel by the marble etched for you.  |