RIVERS OF FALLING LEAVES

Walking softly through rivers of falling leaves.
Sounds of music brought by rush of cool breeze.
Life flowing through my veins my spirit soars.
Running to catch wisps of light at heavens door.

Wait for me my love at the weeping willow tree.
Under its branches pledge your love on bended knee.
Soft fingers lift up my chin, seeing your burning desire.
Heat rising to my cheeks,my will revealed to inspire.

Catch me if you can,weaving in and out of borrowed time.
Reaching for me,yearning for me,I am always on your mind.
Precious rewards awaits you my love,at the end of your quest.
Our bodies entwined in passion,eyes closed in quiet peaceful rest.

                                                    Mary F. Allen