Autumn in her voice.

Pulling the blanket around you won't drive away this cold

Drumbeats move blood and force the heart to beat

Staring straight ahead

Can only keep hope from flying for so long.

Autumn in your memories.

Summer is engulfed in crimson,

Burnt in vermilion,

Leaving a void.

Cold ash muffles the sting of the air

Expectancy waits eternities.

But the door is opened

Crushing the tenuous maybes,

Stripping away the color

Returning autumn to cold and gray

I will not cry for what is not

I will not cry for what's to come

I will not cry for what I feel and cannot see.

Looking through a window of dreams

Feeling the warmth of a chance of hope

Is the only way to slip the chains

The only way to hold the color

Autumn in your eyes

Reason found

Faded

Gone

Waking up is admitting defeat

But dreams will fade.

Crimson flames are extinguished with silence

Hope slumbers once more.

Every autumn

Every night

Every time I'm all alone

Glimpses of impossible things

Brush against my mind

Press against the glass

But never have they broken through…

Autumn in an endless procession

Hope falls to feed next year's

Reality

What's missing?

Everything.

None of which will come to be