Cemetery of Dreams

Chilled, fresh crisp breath walks slowly across the night beckoning to me, to wonder autumn making her mark a star filled sky blankets the moon dim lit pumpkins flicker igniting an inner glow life stumbles on leading slow to a cemetery of forgotten dreams an eternity it seems since we last rolled in the leaves since lost we felt, when breath filtered into one another no darkness, no light no wrongs, no doubts wonderment making out a spirit of presence performing holding long our attention just right