A Sun-kissed mileage
of unspent holiness,
a timeless,
enchanting embrace.
They are compelled to sway,
to stay,
until death
or destruction.
To stay,
rooted in place,
in play,
this way they discover
uniqueness and universality.
They connect and lay,
languished in the bliss
that we feel racing,
pacing over us.
An orgasmic rush,
a floating heat of the senses.
Flooded schematic charisma,
a jig-saw
sorting these doubts undue,
for leaves of new
keep proving this truth
each cyclical season.
and you pass perfect examples
of imperfection and grace,
steady along the one-lane highway,
which leads us the long way
the first way we went wrong,
and how we carried on
caught up in the beautiful blends of colors
of the dying leaves.