Fall Fitz

The stars sung ... the song shone

I hear the chiming of the moon … think of you,

and see your future mem'ries in the thunder of falling leaves,
caught in wafting scent of sunlit quivering dew …

but mostly I forget to remember the touching of your dreams
and whispered silences that color my spirit's canvas,
which dance with fingertip kisses on loneliness.