my world is stained black (berry)
and the brambles are impenetrable
electric cello blurs the autumn colors
my arching bower crowns the empty glade
flashes of leaves (don't leave...)
as i imagine your world
spinning
rustling through the air -
rust, amber, tangerine, lemon and chocolate
but life is drained...
the green is gone
and soon blankets of your glare will cover the living earth
the darkness prowls
and hunts...
panther-padding-grace
as i imagine your world
whirling
falling down to earth
broken wings and uncrowned kings
are all you have to weep for.