Dead Leaves
Leaves of gold drift on crystal waters
like discarded jewels bearing loveliness
they are released from duty and labor
while in their dead nakedness
The streams gushing watery tongue
craves what it cannot possess
it laps at the leaves edges for fun
while mocking these jewels in distress
The end discovers its beginning
bathed in sunlight while wandering
and every fiber within sings
as renewal pierces deaths mourning
These leaves of gold scattered
become the vision clear in mind
that beauty is what matters
when consumed by the shortness of time
