I went back to our avenue of autumn gold today
to see if you would always be there as you'd said.
Yet found that even there, our most treasured of places,
was quiet, still and empty of one other living soul.
Cradle me now allow my dying heart to weep
Inside your tender loving arms
Many heartbeats, many paces separate the duellers' eyes,
This circle drawn, retreat forsaken, spit of rain, impatient skies.
Face to face each tests intention, as the other burns sight back,
And there they root in statued silence, oblivious to the deepening black.
Kiss the falling, leaves goodbye
spinning brown for one last time;
Nature's display of indifference.
Pray for all God's Children
The Black House
THE BLACK HOUSE
The president has stayed away
until Geiger counter says okay