Autumn
The wound is barely visible to the naked eye,
Yet the pain still lingers in my mind.
As the autumn days dawdle by
In the heart there is no peace to find.
The autumn hues of memories fall
In shapes of abstract art.
I search for the most perfect one of all
The memory that stands apart.
I scrabble through the heaps of gold
As winds of pain, make them dance.
Years of stories now untold
In my heart they swirl and prance.
On the barren branches of my heart
Rowdy birds of thought gather together,
Deciding who should stay, who depart.
Memories of you will linger forever.
Copyright © Heidie Buys | Year Posted 2007
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