Falling In Love



his voice next morning was very rustled leaves,
very walk around red gold autumn trees,
just falling in love.
his crinkled eyes,
barely could I see them,
like a glimpse of a favourite dress in piles of clothes being stacked;
his hair was just how it dosen't suit him-
all this way and that way like windswept hedges down a country road.
there's something about thoughtlessness when it comes after thinking too much,
when you are absurd because you are so profound,
and you leave it all for a vacation.

I look out my glass windows
and see in veils of grey,the golden lady
wish I could word that painter's dream
that mists over the trees,all the green
and we,inside,fondling warm chocolate mugs it seemed
so wonderful, it seemed;

there's something in someone,
makes us stop ;
someone holds us back from always trying to understand
in terms of distance and speed,the measure of a journey
and takes us on for a long long drive.

he takes my hand,
we dance,
impromptu prince and princess
in striped pyjamas and shorts coloured white
he whirls me around,
and early morning ballgowns fly
sashes rustle,cynosure of all eyes!
in a one bedroom palace...
were there chocolate mugs and crystals filled with wine?
now,

We walk over the dry autumn leaves,
in love.
I wear my favourite dress and then will pack
Piles of clothes and we will drive down the road
And let the wind roar through our hair till they are
Like those windbent hedges
This way and that way...