Crimson Red

Crimson red on sea of green
the maple leaves now show
that desire ever grows
within the soul

as worlds within worlds
will spin a tale
of fascination to regale
the wondering mind

and a star shines
under cover of the night
as leaves upon the wind
dance down the street
in autumn's song

while the emptiness will sing along
as if in jest
and yet that very emptiness
is who we are

when like a crimson leaf upon the wind
we finally blend
and dance all night
in sweet delight
of all that is . . .


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