Autumn And The Soul
A poem
Below the surface of the dream’s infinity, losing touch with reality and embarking on the melody of this autumn harmony — reaching higher and falling once again, until the world freezes in its secret bonds.
No promises will be made tonight, the need to find a deeper dwelling space contorts and disfigures the graceful bodies of a soul that split in five pieces, only to be made whole again through pain.
The leaves continue their hypnotic dance, enchanting the unsuspecting passerby — the forest’s inhabitants will soon call upon the Soul to take on its final form and be recast in the icy waters of this crepuscular river of life.
