You asked me for my words
I silenty surrender my soul...

If I'm blind
give my heart eyes to blink...

There's something about the air in Fall,
it begets this chill inside...

Outside October perches its little feet
upon summer's fading scenery...

I feel like a star
cast amongst this ambiguousness...

Are you making passes
while I'm reciting my heart's passages...

This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart...

I find it quite peculiar
the way you blow kisses in my hair...

Spring reveals herself
and lays a blanket of lush green grass...

I don't suppose
the white hums of summer...

I want for love to be wild
and intoxicatingly sweet...

Oh your cryptic lines play words
like a carnival game...