Knocking on Leaves
Shadow answers

I cannot find a door that takes me where you are, can I open a path unseen to guide me where you stay? I glimpse your thoughts, I almost trace the path of silver waves of trust that tarries over bridges unknown in the fog of careless words cautious when fall sets in.
Will the leaves know of you, their voices tell there’s something else I must find out, both old and true.
But which one should I choose, the green, the yellow an orange leaf of joy, purple that promises, the glory of reddish hues or that one tiny leaf that comes out with the sun, which voice is the most loyal, who knows you better then I could?
Secrets to hold, memories to untie each butterfly to land on the heart of twilight or the sand, forgetting dreams is not the way trying to fly too soon can land in the precipice the hope you needed to be rescued the trust in you, in me, in our road.
I knock on leaves for you, finding parts of your heart under the grass, beneath a wall of sunshine, you may smile often but the pain still hides in corners with no curtain, caressing one deception makes you fall, reach once again to me I will not fail, I will be there at the right time.
© 2022 Amy Christie






