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By darwin Date: 2004 Oct 01 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.01.13.52.14043]] |
| the nights have taken on that chill. the chill that seems to reflect itself in the clear sky, the crispness of the air, almost as tart as a ripened apple fallen from a tree. i pull myself closer to you, as the covers fall to the side, my skin just a bolt of gooseflesh rippling agaInst the stream of wind that sneaks inside. i still can't sleep through a night, that hasn't changed since you. my mother told me that i never could as a child. I guess I was born a natural insomniac. my mind is too active at night. and it seems to fall in sync with this autumn weather. with the nights that darken more quickly. with the brilliance of the stars that seems to be brighter in the fall nights. and i feel somehow this passion in me lurking in the autumn colors, the golds and crimsons, the falling leaves that crunch under my feet. and i think how perfect the fall is for holding a hand, and putting on that one beloved sweater and those shoes that seem to be molded to your feet. another rockwell moment painted to perfection. we met in autumn. and we have pictures of ourselves falling into piles of leaves, gold and brown being thrown into the air. and i felt beautiful standing in front of that camera for you. i felt beautiful the first time your hands touched me and tears filled your eyes. maybe that is why autumn holds this spot in my heart, because it was you who filled it. |