Goldly fast falling are the leaves of time.
Every edge highlights the suns low raise.
Every moment a drop of sight and mind.
Recognition, it sets the heart ablaze.
Burnt to ash in wake of passions fire.
Silently in cold the mind does break.
A crystalline brilliance becomes the liar.
Secrets of time bringing passionate quakes.
White comes undone by the seasons slow end.
Tendriled green grows as rosebuds take bloom.
The eye sees a fresh new moment to spend.
Refusing the fall the spirit consumes.
With burning brilliance the heart holds the sun
The new forming soul and heaven are one.