The End

Falling

My hair

        My jeweled name.

                           My breath leaves me in a hurry.
To life I’m more of a situationship.


Leaves leaving lavishly,
Their crispy crunch
Preserving the forest floor.


In the distance,
Monsters with lanterns seeking fugitive wrongdoers.

Silhouettes of maples shimmer
Breeze divine – breath of God.


          Will you enter through the vine choked garden gate,
      Or through the scar in the fence on Cemetery Lane?


I fall through maps of treasure.
Silk sky caresses me the whole way down.



Space envelopes me,
Soft and lax.

When I land
There will be fireworks of gold and blue.