Lifeless they fall apart... golden as our
precious art... My love sinks into a thick
grey veil of mist.
Trees...leafless trees...the epitaph of
the sun. What once was green presents now
grey and trist.
A gloomy grave...a foreseen death...
a symbol for our pain...drowned in a
flood of autumn rain.
Silhouettes of light astray somewhere
in the clouds. Ravens traverse, involving
withering shrouds......
......of autumn is my heart......