Autumn, Dawn of a ginger beauty With sky like blue eyes Her mellow touch Perfumed of spice Rustling springful soul And a heart of gold Gleaming beyond the horizon Like the crimson sunset Across the sea.
Quiet by day Stands a willow At it's highest bliss Behind the distant hill A crystal river that sweeps Down the meadow Shining sun waving down Golden butterflies dance to greet I lay beneath the tree In arms of green solitary Rustling leaves Converse along with me As I watch the fluffly pillows glide by The scent of the breeze Slides soft away Listening to the Whispering lullabies of the wind Minutes & hours drift away Within a journey Of my soul's recreation In this world of willow
Lost in burnt opacus ashes Tears of Fire, Inflame the Luteus, croceous Warrior within. From pain to potentia Intertwined into Fulgorous mulciber wings. Like the dawn I flos, Interritusly fly. Into an Indomitus, catus Phoenix. Revived With ostentum, In divum.