Though time never paid love's lonely way

seeing her after a long time lost

As leaves fall, so does feathers.

so does the drying waters, pouring from our fountain of youth like a waterfall in a desert.

so does you ,so does me,

so does the steps we make, the memories we take never looking behind.

Yet still residing in my belly is a swerving feeling of a rollercoaster ride, on a rail of uncertainty.

There is life in looking forward to death and death in life,

Life is a dream and the dream is life.

One day when you figure out what that means tell me; I am in between them all:

physically, spiritually, mentally.

seeking everlasting peace...

and as leaves fall, so does the feathers.

That morning after an awkward return home, under circumstances I can not relate at the moment. Deep into the winter season;

there was the sun and black birds in a blue sky. 

the skin coldly caressed by the air, 

but how warming it was to see her one last time.

the flower is for summer and spring

she is for all seasons:

a beautiful and adorable woman in the cold blow of winters breath on her dried lips.

Clouds roamed by. I cant help but think about the time I miss; 

missed spending it with her.

oh Audrey,

Though time never paid loves lonely way,

nor distance seeked to pave a way by shortening a path.

oh dearest heart, how long should the eavesdropping of my thoughts about you,

be a stream of mirages, sweet in scent.