Changing Seasons

Alone, filled with desire, alone, empty, expired within, seeking nothing, finding nothing, allowing changing seasons small places to reside in. Autumn falling in every sphere on earth, but none more touching than within this sad, small heart. Wanting to touch sights, feel sounds, I hear, ringing across sight, feeling vibrations touching my heart, making it stir in imagination of a new world beyond what I have seen. Knowing the emptiness of penetrating desire, alone, empty, expired within. Sights and sounds now dead, no feelings or hints of tomorrow alive, just the corpse of a small child now grown and gone in just one moment of death to behold.