I ache to feel the touch of morning rays
Across the hills of evergreen and red
Embraced by early Autumn’s timid gaze
Upon the leaves her lips, so soft, have bled
In hues of yellow orange and brown I weep
Until my time to flee this place so numb
I’ll out to pasture roam with stars like sheep
And wander through the night till overcome
The trees have whispered to their fingers “wait”
Our ears are closed and halt the shaking voice
Our minds to silence thoughts tangled with fate
Until they’re felled by axes of our choice
I ache to feel the touch of morning sun
But only after through the veil I’ve run
Moonlit Poetry 