Somber throats choke on virulent words,
Heavy as dust that flutters as fog...

Dew settles on the sun,
Settles on the shadows...

Tear laden drapery hangs
achromatic, drab bells weep...

With dusty tears, his eyes choke.
Leaving memories to the distant past...

A pinprick of apprehension
Slithers through our bones like ivy...

May moments pass in daylight,
Where one might take repose...

Stardust scatters over clouded horizon,
As the light begins to fade abrupt...

Leaving footprints in my eyes,
She walks upon the rivers that flow...

She was a painter,
But not of words or artistry...

Speak willingly to the world,
Untold secrets lay rotting...

Uplifted to the tone of silence,
Inspiration in the slightest shadow...

Listen to the sound of fall
For far to many ignore its call...