Autumn's Death

The flames of autumn burn briefly bright; until the light of day gives way to the dark of night- ... and why must love here die, in this heavy night, so sad? under my blunders of ignorance, so foolish, so bad- In Autumn's eternal beauty and light, I'd hoped to dwell and forever bask. Now, chilled to the bone, I feel so alone, looking and longing for the love that is past- Once nature so brilliant and bright, deeply laden with pure love. Now, all the leaves have fallen, and the sky cries, through the darkness above- Will my love ever return? Will we ever again dance? Is there hope the light can defeat the night, that the sun may restore, giving us a chance? I can only hope and pray for that day, trusting the returning Light, love to bring. Perhaps our heart's resurrection lies awaiting, rebirth, in the coming Spring... 'It is so lonely here, in this terrible dark season of the soul.'