there is no reason nor no rhyme,
surrendering to my point-of-view;
We lead each other towards something new
as if the stage beneath us has crumbled;
through the maze of touch, we stumble
our currents brought us too near
to stealing secrets we both hold dear;
when we knew the other well,
our fate was sealed, no one could tell as
our passion grew by leaps and bounds
until our secrets broke it down; so,
I sit here and wonder why the hopes
we shared for now must die;
the tears I hold inside my head,
motionless, lay on leaves of red;
autumn winds I pray come fast
an empty space once again has room;
autumn winds too soon appearing
shield me from this gloom I'm feeling.
1984
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