Fallen Vistas

Fallen Vistas

A view outside a window,
opportunities, long past
Memories that sing low,
from a book of faces, fast

Fast and loose, the wind blows
with rain against the panes
Regrets too often ring slow,
as Autumn's sting sustains

with foliage burnt copper, seen,
a rustled autumn shard
Times not pushed, that should have been
'midst times I pushed too hard

A season set aside for falls,
no reason left to find
Some people don't rise to their calls
.... some people fall behind

Fall amidst autumnal tides
with flora, foreign... few
A solace strange, sought on the side
with things lost, running through

Staggering 'tween fallen trees,
some old, some simply fell
Vacant as the summer's breeze,
so lonely, we can dwell

with falls long taken, woken,
this bizaare of broken dreams,
and calls forsaken, spoken,
... what a token answer means

between a heart beat, black and blue,
underneath life's veil
Spirits torn and twisted true,
leaves left on forest trails

Abandoned where such truths disguise,
'neath canopies the same
Counting stars that grace the skies,
... too many bare your name

Candles that keep burning bright
at both ends till they're gone
A beacon for the turning night
now lost, the light has shone

Like diamonds running through the blood,
that no-one wants to mine
Streaming gleaming in a flood,
yet somehow hard to find

Somehow lost in lands afar
for fauna to explore,
with windows cracked and left ajar
for songbirds to ignore

Too busy dancing in the sun,
'midst Rustic leaf strewn grass
But when it all is said and done,
you lie beyond the glass

Looking for that hidden score,
seeking autumn's shine
A view a man would die for
... alas it isn't mine