A repost (with edits) from long ago on Xanga just because it’s the season.
Souls in Leaving…
Chill sunlight sparking off the frosty leaves,
As the mists like wraiths dance and float and twist
Between these rough and stately trees.
Souls in leaving,
changing colors in the freezing and gracefully flying away.
The leaves crunch beneath my feet,
the wind lifts my hair and whispers in my ears,
A familiar voice sending chills right through me.
I remember you and my heart stops beating.
The breath leaves my body and hangs there like dragon smoke
As in slow motion I fall.
Rustle of leaves on the ground,
My fingers in the pungent soil,
Soughing of the wind in the trees,
And the deep throated sigh of the sea…
Those are the voices of the souls in leaving;
I couldn’t hold them if I tried.
Gloaming falls and the candles are lit.
One flame lights another and the light so multiplied
Fills up the night
In memory of those fallen away.
My flame wavers in the draft and I cup it with my hand,
Peering into the flame
At some distant eternal summer
A breath beyond my touch…
But only for a moment and the moment’s gone.
I remember you.
Do you remember me?