new beginnings, same plot line |
This time, the hard part comes last Goodbyes have been said But a sense of farewell still lingers Presumptuous good intentions misaligned by bad timing Summer sleepers have now gone to bed Fall silently ushering revelers to the door Swinging shut on the last vestige of might-have-been Hands last clasp of the season, the barest of embraces While cherubs pack away their halos, hiding yawns behind child-sized fists Tiny devils snuggle together to ward off dreams Of moments gone too soon Candles flickering around them, because even they fear the stillness of night Not even the stars are talking Their celestial chatter cut short by the Moons imposing presence Spoken promises silenced by the weight of words unsaid I’ll miss you— And while everyone and everything is finding respite by moonlight Conscious thoughts will twist lifeless bed sheets Giving new design to the art of insomnia Somber colors splashed liberally across mind-scape, drawing old ideas to a close All the glances cast over shoulders will show The parkway signs and their exit ramps Highway miles and millions of white lines And one extremely blue sky—the mood of departure Waves crashing on the sand will erode the footprints left behind But fond memories will gently be carried by winds caress Stroking cheeks that fingertips and lips once touched Rekindling the blaze of summer skies The cloak of Fall is settling around our shoulders Crisp from its yearlong storage But one thought settles the ripples in my mind We’ve only just met… |