Today, I saw dried autumn leaves,
Edges brown and curled, caught within
Old web and clinging to the bark.
Possibly they may winter there,
Until spring evolves to green,
Bursts with ripeness on the scene,
Sweetens both you and me.
When will you return?
I miss your dreams; I miss your voice;
I miss your flesh against my flesh.
For now as winter darkens,
Where is reflection of fire inside your eyes?
Caught within silky web of love,
My light flickers at the edge of you.