When tears pay homage
In duty to night
Thoughts that return
Pain shining bright
No diety or gods
No light in the eyes
The sublime midnight
Gently arrives.
Unwritten pathways
Gently unfurl
To greet forlorn moonlight
Autumn returns.
Leaves they prepare
Without haste or need
To abandon their grip
Upon the trees.
In flight of elegance
Twirling on by
Down to the ground
Free of goodbyes
To unwritten pathways
To gently unfurl
To greet forlorn moonlight
Autumn returns.