born at the brink
of moonshadows and dusk
we adore the quietly
smiling face pinned
to this ultramarine sea
dark yet glistening
trickling into the mist
of our autumn souls
seeping the wounds
to fill subterranean caves
bear with the trees
that have shed their leaves
for they stained your eyes with gold
for they stained your eyes with gold
bear with the trees
that retracted to their roots
for they await
a warming sun
to fill their veines
