-fall dreams-
As the leaves take their turns
Falling lazily from great heights
I kindle fire, fanning creativity
Breathing with a certain ease
Amidst the tangled woes of life

The crackling wood transforms
Into ash and fumes, permeating
Clinging on to clothes and skin
Light kisses all, save the shadows
Its warmth now but a fraction

Nostalgia plays in the flaming depths
Future whisps upon its many tongues
Dreams weave themselves, begging
For a master to bring them fruition
Lest they grow and never be fulfilled