Autumn Springs

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Autumn Springs from Summer’s Flame,
Eternal Passage of Season’s Change,
Dance of Passion’s Lingering Game,
Viridian for Copper, Elemental Exchange.

Primordial instincts embrace epic hues,
Fantasy’s Utopia, view Wisps becoming Brides,
Delphian Fairwell Fairies mimic and muse,
Rousing Shadows and Lovers, crimsons collide.

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This is the second installment of a week long Autumn, Halloween, seasonal change, light and dark collaboration with Morgan, from http://booknvolume.com/ if you would like to read her initial post click this right here.

I am thrilled to be writing along side Morgan, as her inspirations capture me daily. One day I find her writing of a fantasy world I can’t even begin to dream of, but would love to visit, and then in the next breath she’s left me a longing mess. I adore her poetry and her heart.

I will reiterate what Morgan explained quite perfectly in her post yesterday. Our collaboration isn’t scripted nor do we have any idea where each other will lead us, so hang on tight.

Our verses are off the cuff and inspired by each other, isn’t that lovely?! The image above chosen by Morgan, and I think it is perfect. Please join us this week, as we thrive on working with one another to bring you Autumn Springs.

*Original Artwork by: Lilla Marton*

Come Away With Me…

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Life works well out there,
Beyond the questions,
Past the fears,
Closer to our beliefs,
The real you near.
Free to be me,
Content with we,
Completing one another,
Let’s go sailing.
Fun’s companions,
I hear your laugh.
Kindreds in spirit,
Knowing when you’re mad.
Lovers in soul,
Your body speaks to mine.
Comrades of duty,
This devotion, sublime.
Finally content with forever,
Today’s troubles,
Will be left by the shore.
Pick one, Captain,
I’ll grab the key,
Forget it all,
And come away with me.

Undesirable Request

Silence is the result of what you’ve requested
Requested and desired are two different directions
Directions are explicit commands I submit to freely
Freely is how I materialize for you in your dreams
Dreams are the light during my darkest time
Time is all I’ve ever asked for, bashfully
Bashfully is the only way I know how
How is the question that will continue a circle
Circle is the shape for the ring of promise
Promise is the agreement of pinky fingers
Fingers grasp tightly, an act of true love
Love rarely survives the quiescient sound of being dismissed
Dismissed hearts will never answer to silence
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I enjoyed trying this style originally found on Benjamin’s blog: The Breakdown of Taboo – Leftovers. Thank you, Benjamin, for the permission to give this poetic form a try.