The new morning light - so final it seems
Long shadows remembering everything
Love is perpetually saying goodbye
As it rises to enflame decay
The dying leaves become the sun
As if they're being born
This place between
We call it "Time"
Where memory can't free itself
And being is unseen
We hold on to its sunlight
Like the body we so desperately need
For fear that it will go away
In the night
A leaf floats down so quietly
I almost hear a sound
