' that sepia autumn'
a pulse reverberating
with the whims of the lifeforms
a heart's wildernesses locked
in love's untoned negatives
till the darkroom of those eyes
delivers the living truths
washed in the lunar silver
done positive as daylight
letting crestfallen vowels
inked on my paper-boat fade
and drown in the amnesia
of time's lethean drop of dew ..
/original/z.g.
[image courtesy:designedtoat]
