Leaves fall on Summer

 

Beneath the tree we used to climb

I wander in the midst of

Dead and rotting earth.

Where no light shines

And shadows cover the surface.

A ray of hope is dying,

Like a lifeless leaf

That falls on summer.

 

Standing on top of the wild

With wild flowers whispering

Of loneliness. The covering

Silence shouts the laughters

Of the past – missing the other

half. And I wander again

But now I mourn, kicking as I

Walk, the leaves that fall.

~ by fyxe on February 21, 2007.