I had withdrawn into the darkness of thought, wrapped in light on a fall afternoon
My song was swept up and echoed into the trees
The storms of truth spiral everywhere, and it frees
And to the woods edge you came on that fall day
(This was my thought) and you looked for me with a love that would not fray
But did not go inside, though your desire was deep
You spoke aloud, with a gentle stop and a slow start as if to say:
'We are imperfect, and in that is but perfection like the winds of March and the flowers of May'
In my thoughts, and in my heart, I stood close inside and saw it all
Beyond the woods edge, I waited in a dream
And the simple and aching longing that came when I fought through my thoughts, and was able to call
And tell to you that the leaves of fall do still sway in light, and all is truly what it would seem.
It is not true that I waited and loved unrequitedly aloof,
For the leaves and trees slowly open and wake, you stepped inside with me, and this is proof.
November 13th, 2013