Fiona's Song

Slow my heart as autumn is coming and I'm crossing the street just to meet you. Your eyes never end in green and in glass, and the ring on your finger is heavy and new. The sky is just the right contrast of colors to frame you under the still burning leaves I'm hoping you're humming my favorite song while under your breath my lost harmony frees Souls locked and leaning like the trees scolding winter with our arms intertwined and immersed in the rhythm of the gait of our bundled up feet still finishing one another's thoughts unrehearsed When does the artist become her lost song? You're feeling dark and I now feel it too, but we'll sort out the details in the still brilliant air and leave the remains for the winter to sort through Your voice will always be steady to me and I know that I'll find you if lost The winter is known for it's soulless kidnapping while deep in anxiety we crackle with frost So let's relish this moment of purity breathing Let's wish like the sky isn't raining with leaves For one more fine moment the sunshine is shining and it's there for the taking for the one who believes...