Distant Thoughts.

I notice the winds calling 

Yesterday summers bygone's 

The scent of falls colors trees

Whisper curling up and falling 

Down into a dryer turn of fate

I met my love later in autumns

Falling foliage of that I came to

Love 💕 you in applause of our

Moment between the greening 

The browning grey of things and

Values such as mine remains true

The earth we are bound becomes

A stance equally in ours between 

The status what calls it loves sum

The way side the other in Heaven

The waiting game the acceptance 

Or belief called up beneath falls

Upon you.

The most lasting light is the one

giving life’s light the specter of

inclusion in its manicured earth

but all doesn’t spring equally or

unequivocally stand alone but

for the light of the soul remains

The Church.