It’s a Long Path

Send us Fan MailIt’s a long path to springtime, the skies behind the hieroglyphic treesthey are golden,of peachand blossom,in havensof birdsong,and summer dreamsof leaves.But the leavesare of autumn they lie frozen,crisp and hardlike memories,just passingfrom the edgein the silence,of my footstepsas they are taken,and lost,upon the solitude way,as if awakeningand yet, asleep for the yearssince passedand todayAnd abovethere’s a scythe of moon,lefthanging, her time leftsuspended, acrossthe evening hush,the softness,still left foreverin breathsand sighs,for she whispersfarewellfor today,as she must,as she mustFeel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]