falling leaves of autumn

there comes a time when autumn asks,
"what have you been doing all summer?"

September the most beautiful of words,
he'd always felt
evoking orange-flowers
swallows, and regret

the true beloveds of this world
are in their lover's eyes

one heart ousts the flame
another burns desire

he wonders about
when they danced...
remember when the stars stole the night away?

two lovers playing a scene
in some romantic play

but autumn is hardly sympathetic

so the leaves fall,
until the days grow old...

but the sun just went out,
like a dying ember

and so did his inspiration

so he continues writing poetry
an immortal poem,
that will live after
you
and I are
gone

I think it deserves to last.