fleeting love

the falling leaves are shown in the breeze
where men have been blinding scarred
by the creek which babbles softly


there in the wind as a fox calls
the bobcat yowls
and the boar squeals


but it ok because you're here
in the creek
in the wind
in my mind
and in my scarred heart


for now, I'm a peace in my grave
where you now stand over me
shouting my name...