october night
comes so silently
save for the rustling of dying leaves
in the lonely breeze.
a candle burns on the mantle.
another
burns
outside on the deck. shadows
moving there.
the stillness is music to our ears.
my love,
may i have this dance…..
forever?
10-24-2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem