The wind blew us like Autumn leaves.
Into the air we went.
On the waves we spun about.
Laughing, in joy, was our ascent.
Flirting with the warm sun rays,
we danced up in the air.
As the wind slowed we fell below.
Caught in the cycle we were content
Holding each other, our energy was spent.
To the ground we softly landed,
where all the rest do sleep.
Hoping for another gust to blow us off our feet.
Oh I wish to dance again,
to feel us in the air.
Like Autumn leaves, our love does sleep.
But in spring we'll love again.
(October 23, 2012)
