The Blood & The Bones

The air is cooler

Our July nights are long gone

And I had hoped for autumn sunsets

Reflected in green eyes

But as the crisp sets in

And the days shorten

As the stars seem closer

And our hands get colder

You have let me go

For the last time

Like the leaves on the trees

My tears fall down gently

Love has painted them golden,

Amethyst and cranberry

And they shed from me

Dying but still vibrant

Almost as if they

Weren’t meant to be let go

Just like the blaze burning inside us

That you said would never burnout

LL.