colors of living

where would I wear
these colors of autumn
burnt in the furnace
red (ruby red)
talk to me
tell me again of your coming
what hope might I find
in living instead

in places where words
are scattered so easy
though rarely are uttered aloud
something of matter
was left without meaning
forgotten though no one knows
how

pushed into corners
neglected by memory
how many
these seasons returning
for love
thirteen moons
and four hundred verses
might they question (some day)
who I was

stars fell while no one
was wishing
and all we recall is the ghost
of a gleam
harvest neglected
til the fields have grown over
sleep robbed the love
of his dream

restored to this destiny
renewed
in my purpose
a prayer of fortelling
this journey would prove
touch never thought
to the cost
of forgetting
hope wears a blossom
(unbloomed)
by her truth

as I sit alone
in the place of my stories
accounting to pages
of willow and vine
tempted more times
than a soul needs confession
red (ruby red)
keeps a place so divine

sacred this pause to consider
what has been
where I was
who I'll be
where would I wear
these colors of living
(unhooded)
each golden reminder
to me