the autumn blues
blows over the season time
and drinks this rain-gathered wine
till birds start their trip
for winter
to love I’m used
the fire that in your eyes
will burn to the ground sighs
the heart is in blaze
and beating
I’m still alive
in your last teardrop in raging
away though not a stranger
so wingless
for sure acquitted
in sleep-grass dyed
where sight will cry out tonight
on a moon horse I’ll meet the knight
of forgotten by breathing
pity
so love me now
like the first sky flight for birds
the heaven’s too small and hurts
we want to be
the bliss
which stages
and comprehends somehow
if we are plentiful gardens
how much of fruit the water guarding
and where hearts
are blurring edges
of autumn blues
December 17, 2018