AUTUMN PEOPLE
The magic men can only be seen
as leaves fall away from the trees...
They are lush, filled with natural lust,
though as the bloom fades in chill of
seasonal death...young one always looks so sad.
The other looks me dead in the eye,
acknowledges our bond of sorrow & want,
thanks me for keeping vigil,
stroking enjoyment from their
integral forgotten overture.
I want to touch them;
to give them pleasure as they
have given me...
But to do so would break the spell
and cast them into shadow...
This saddens us all.
I leave them to their fall,
lest I see them crumble to the Earth.
I know in my heart that they will be reborn,
but I hold no faith that the same fate awaits me.
I may never see them again...
But I'll remember until my end.
Written By Jason Wright
OCTOBER 12, 2006