Autumns Bicycle
Two
sobs to burst the sky
ills and white rain
Gold tresses taper
coil and green eyes
Born of dew
thy lovely face is ever lost
born anew
thy loving grace is ever cross
Two
delicate fingers caress
this pallid tapestry
countenance gliding
in moonlit sighs
Born of dew
thy lovely face is ever lost
born anew
thy loving grace is ever cross
Born of dew
thy loving face is ever
gone
my true love
