Crimson skies and falling leaves
Rerun the solemn memories
Of lives forgotten, lives departed
Shadows of a vacant stare.
For Whom the music used to play
Now saunters quietly away
Mourning ever scents of autumn
Marks the one who slumbers there.
In the twilight fades the years
Of emptiness in deafened ears
Comes the breaking of the winter
Goes again the maiden fair.
For in the somber autumn air
Remains the heartache and despair
Yet, she shall ever be reminded
Of the one who slumbers there.
Copyright ©2004 Lori Lee Nelson