a gift to autumn

   be safe my love
do not fret as these strange boats come ashore
if the gods' do not
than one day i will free you from your fears
there is no mind with a strong heart
storms have had us hide before
i will carve my center out and hand it away
to save
your whens',wheres' and whys'
from devious smiles on the faces of sharks that only swim in shallow water
we are warm blue and all they see is cold red
they sweat putrid yellow
and i will never allow that stink upon you
never let them see your purest tear
the one that holds itself on,
 in the cry of the brightest light
i hold your image close and my step never faulters
i refuse to even blink when one of their own personal shit flies
lands directly upon the color of my sight dedicated only to you
this is my truth
my last, best and only offering left
give me to ghosts
and as you grow old, know
that it could not have been any other way
when memories fade
and children grow
the circle will one day find it's final pass
i am still here
or if the skies need be
i will wait for you there
so do not fret my love
if the gods' do not
than one day i will free you from your fears...