Moonrise, quick to enfeeble the sight of mine, sent through her one final time in the haze. A last walk through the clock striking the minute, the hour, of days spent seeing me in her light. A depressed gesture sends me - to the lifeless tragedy buried here in these arms, within the fear. One Autumn leaf descends into the pile, on the path being crossed, upon the mile where emptiness grows regrets. Your eyes, still open to the cast gaze of mine. Your face, still as beautiful as the sunrise engulfed in flame. I call you by name, - to recapture what is plentiful. One final kiss to the cheeks, one pressed to the tundra. One that never leaves, one that stays to print your features in the earth. Without necessity to toil, with grateful flowers for a grave, - I see you carved where love gives birth.