It's first day of autumnand the lonesome earth longsfor ripe leaves and footprintsa tepid breeze tauntsthe tender branches andelopes with auburn leave..
I measure momentsfrom the corner of my eyewith tears that trace your memoriesevery thought that failedto form a wordtrembles upon my parched lipsdidn&..
In that ephemeral pausebetween two breathsI find my sanctuaryI thrive in an abyss of emptinessthat embodies the universeand tread on impulsestriggerin..