Lone oak stands tall,
bare arms scratch the sky,
dry leaves cracking beneath
our feet
Hand in hand we've watched
the autumn fires burn -
Summer's dreams collapsing,
chestnuts in need of gathering,
the whole world lies rotting
in the street
Soon we will walk with collars
high
like ramparts raised for the
siege
We'll bow to her beauty,
cower from her fury
sent as a judgement for a
slight
long past forgotten
Winter's love once again unrequited
Winter's love once again unrequited
She says, 'Babe are you sleeping?'
He says, 'No, wide awake and
thinking
of a dream I just had about
the two of us
He takes his hand to her cheek
now,
his lips to her brow,
their whispers pile softly
by the foot of the bed
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