It's autumn, crisp like celebration, -
Could this a while last for me?
For I could meet a sunrise ageless,
Walk by the water, crunching fallen leaves.
And fresh, like day, a morning coffee
Would be a trophy in my hand,
As waves would rhyme and whisper softly
About why I've been away.
And gentle colours' interplay
Would introduce the sky to me,
As it would blossom, peak and fade,
And caress eyes, as my heart beats.
As morning lasts, you'd find me with a notebook
In corner of a busy street cafe,
Where I would draft new storylines of novel,
Or few ideas, engineering-safe.
You'd notice messy hairstyle
And modern look with retro-touch.
Just like you've known me a while...
I'm combination, pretty much,
Of everything you've ever heard of.
And, maybe, we would say a "Hi".
I wouldn't burden you with boredom,
I'm always on creative vibe.
And all the day, we'd talk and co-create,
Wherever thoughts could take two human souls.
And, maybe, I, for once, would learn to wait,
As things take time in this material world.
We'd grab a lunch and do a nature walk,
To deepen awe and fluid comprehension
For mystery of life in every wad,
And I could loose myself in admiration
Of God's unspeakable design and marvelled moments.
If I could see and listen, touch and taste...
And, maybe, I would even scribe a sonet
And make some newly friends along the way.
At dinner, would be candles lit, and I
Would be the hungriest of all in my desire
To try italian cuisine, and fish&fries,
And salt, and sour, and dessert delightful.
I would be unexpectedly too full...
And still would make it for stargazing nighting
With symphony of orchestra on tour,
Where tears would likely come in my excitement,
Before I know the sleep and watch first dreams...
And every second I would cherish wind on cheeks, -
If only I could meet you, walk the streets
Under the song of crispy autumn leaves.
December 2024