Autumn’s garden — with Adagio

Memories of the way you kissed  
beneath haunting falling leaves  
with whimsied Autumn breeze  
as shadows fell from the moon    
like fragments of seasons  
silently curtsying, whispering...  
encore
Memories of the way you spoke
between the scar and the spine
The way you carried yourself  
through the absent sunshine
The way you scold the earth of its bloom
The way you hold your mirth to the moon
Where silence lain, is silence honed
where no voiceless objection shall ponder
the fragments fallen unto autumn’s garden