You trek a mile, you trek’eth a day,
Rusty Rose, Orange leaves, fall all afoot.
From path to gate light turns to muted grey,
Shimer, a thought, a moment – turned to soot
All that’s past and yet still torn asunder:
Your rooms, your doors, breathe most tangible light –
Wonder why? Then wonder why I wonder.
One’s time, like a constellation, Burns bright.
We walk through your Golden Gardens, Once, twice,
Hints of Autumn air consume from great heights.
Together. Against the rain turned to Ice.
Though it yields; there’s still blue skies and starred nights.
Like a habit my reflection blinks back:
Now known, your essence, the song will ne’er lack.