13 December, 2008 at 23:29 (Uncategorized)

The winds skitters you like leaves in front of me,
sends you dancing down the street in an autumn tumble
though it is the middle of the winter
and darker than any autumn should be.
The silence in me is broken by your laughter
rising on the wildness of the breeze
and you are running and skittering and dancing down the street,
I collect the leaves for later
as my silent laughter joins the wind with your own.
Dance then in the autumn of this winter
the future is ours more than you’ll ever know,
yours from the dances of the street,
and mine from the laughter on the wind.

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