Whispers I No More Utter

This morning is red
Even though dawn has slipped away    

These drops which leave their home

A forgotten elegy beneath

The grey slow clouds they hum

I remember a embrace like this morning

Partly full of longing
And partly ridden with abandon

How incomplete the same skies seem
No different than my immobile passing

This journey is now a point itself
No goal, no home to hope for

Inchoate our story shall be
But nothing has felt more absolute

And more complete than this love I carry within

Your kisses break at the doorstep 
Of a haunting memory of autumn

That autumn is about to knock again
And again 

The world shall immerse in blinding rain