November, the month of absolutes
Autumn dims, a new reality awakens
There is magic in the air and holistic life force
A tint here, a hue there
Where do I locate thee in this mess?
Your endearing eyes, your captive soul
Your blazing eyes, your demure role
In my life.
Sweet autumn rolls by and comes AGAIN
Let us move to the peripheries of this existence.
Life beckons, you say
Like a beacon in the bay.
I muse and sink and swim with the tide
Only to see your ravishing pride
Melt.
Oh! Muse mine
You are the reason this swelling permeates
The outer membranes of my cells.