Our windblown lives: they take us here, they take us there

The past fades into blurriness, and disrepair

The you and I that was, was never meant to last —

Within eternal autumn, chill and overcast

I sense you still beside me in my distant dreams

I know that all is long-since lost, not what it seems –

But something of that time still breathes; it still survives —

A dying leaf from pages of

Our windblown lives