The leaves fall onto another day
September dew upon them...matches my eyes
Insides have grown...old, torn
Morning winds upon my cheek
Have reminded me of blessings,
I believe them to be smiles from heavens
Loved ones that have since passed,
Perhaps they send the wind,
Transcending into a suttle nuance they tell me they await.
My mind races back in time,
Dating the many days, leaving me forlorn, to the depths of my soul
For Yes, Yet I.....still remember.