When The Leaves May Fall

When the leaves may softly fall,
gently like the rain that
I see you standing in,
the face of ever changing beauty,
standing alone in a garden of grey,
for as the wind sweeps your voice,
in the curling tails of mistrals bending forth
thick walls of nothing facing you,
as nature stands beside you calmly,
For it was not even I,who loves you much more,
who slept with the mind open and dreaming eternities;
there is an infinity that tries to flee,
as I compare love and its ocean of madness,
do I compare love to a single kiss.
But when the leaves may fall,
I will find love under summer's spells,
for those thrills of life and light have not found me yet,
for I have been painting many sad faces in the sand,
but all were mine that turned in the making,
of all the expressions that defined the sour truth,
I finally saw the meaning of having absolutely nothing,
like barren mountains bearing each other,
become the reasons of a life worth living.
I see the future of thy nature,
it's course is beautiful and cold,
But I see thy reflection closely,
thou art the shade of sweet calypso growing old.