At the Edge of Fall
At the Edge of Fall
This is the time when leaves
surrender slowly.
How beautiful it is
to let things go.
The air carries a transient light
that gilds the darkening sky
reminding me of when I was young,
standing at the edge of fall.
The elements are swirling together,
invisible and weightless ____
a sign of restlessness.
Today, I was thinking about you,
how you felt beneath my hands
like the colors of autumn,
amber and gold.
(You were like the impending winter ____
a note of bittersweet)
When I first sat
at the piano
I thought
I was in love.
I bled dark keys
into melodies
trying to find your heart.
The wild black crow
you gave to me
has never left my side,
you said he was a symbol
of my darkness and my dreams.
And the fire of my youth
burned fierce and wild.
The ache of your absence remains
woven into the fabric of my being.
____ It seems like a thousand years ago
but I can still feel you next to me.
(this is the force of destiny)
Now
____ your death
reminds me of
this time of year.
I still miss your voice,
the way you spoke my name.
The way you looked at me
from across the room.
This is a testament
to you,
to love
and to those rare moments
that slip through time.
I will always be
the unfinished poem
waiting for you,
standing at the
edge of fall.
Poetry and Image © Gesso Cocteau
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