Autumn

Long walks under dying weather brings in the cold. I think nothing of it versus many phases that consist only of our love. We see the dawn as another chase. No need for a future when the present stays with us forever. The foundation being set is something of gods and kings. I lay under you as I read the heavens above. Wondering with what grace did they decide to send me an angel in place of the hole in my heart. Not much need for my sense of touch. Nothing else can feel my soul the way you do. Very oblivious to it's crimes I see. Settle down to find you in me. As the seasons change. My feelings will not.