Leaves Fall

Each moment drops into the next
  a flow with no beginnings
  a flow with no source
and every shadow is empty of power
and soon will fade
The rain is alive and will soon
whisper "Yes" over my shoulder
There are wings beneath the surface of things
  wings to lift us to the center of things
Bright and pure clear and crystal
An absolute music that rings
World will turn as we
stand solid and open for what follows
Leaves fall in perfect random arcs
We are awake now to catch our rising dreams