And from e to a once the sun-kissed silver is turned to gold under a duvet of cloud ready to fall against the wishes and hopes of foolish prayers still we lay together half conscious on a raft, in mourning w fragments to be found on slow collusion courses. Fences divide, provide vision for touch, in place of embrace. But grace converts divisions into dreamcatchers.
Autumnal flowers in bloom are to be left alone, but exposed and collected as tokens of those to be discarded. This is the first and the final fall for spring, for in the future fall will be fall and nothing but fall.
And though i see you in everything, as any given day, today i am but two, in abstinence from everything but you