Moving On

Let’s fall away from all the nights Here’s October, the last of flowers. A yellow smoke clouds all the air, In a room we’ve come to. What wanders, turns its back, It has a silent voice, where It stands. You’re eyes stare, Into leaving, the wind, The sky, reflect in reason, To talk of, when words Are gone, it eclipse a shadow, That walks and stands. Let’s fall away, all the nights October quiet, its light reflect, Moonlight shines over, then Leaves what is left.