DANCING THE AUTUMN

September arrives and with it a hint of Autumn
The brisk wind suggests transitions on the way
The pathway revealed amidst lush green and humidity
Stone by stone, brick by brick, building to a song
Of celebration for the vibrant summer.

The air breezes a cleansing and refreshing
Summoning the senses to a golden amazement
As she awaits Nature’s unveiling colors,
Brilliant shades of yearning, yellow, orange, and red.

Pumpkins change into coaches of sparkling allure
As she is whisked away in vogue to the royal feast,
They say the prince is searching, looking for his truth,
She has chosen the caterpillar’s cocoon of transformation
He the metaphor of the active and visible exploration of fame.

Yet both were motivated by the same underlying question
And the burning desire to know the language love speaks.
He has challenged his curiosity of the culture, and
She has probed the mystery deep within herself.
Time has imprinted on both painful and poignant memories
In a world of divine timing, connecting their past histories.

He has searched a lifetime to find the missing piece
She has decided to leave that piece behind, and in
The sacred silence of a second, destiny awakens,
The truth has taunted the bonfire of their passion,
Abundant and rich in the fabric of their knowing.

And in the time of past and future connected
He approaches the present with an insatiable hunger
Searching all creation for her footprints in the sand,
She has let go, separated, eyes fixed upon the rising sun
A lifetime of disappointments has washed itself away,
As the voice of many souls speak with anticipation.

The end of their searching becomes the beginning of their story
As they adorn white linens of their own self-acceptance.
The sun has set on the preconceived child of plight
Wandering alone, frightened by the agenesis of fools.
At last they have walked up the doorstep of the analysis
Choosing to embrace their own radically altered realities.

They join as separate and individually informed
Sensing that love is the missing material fact,
The journey chosen now anointed with their faith
Their cares as a feather, their bodies come together
For the magic of the moment, the enchantment of the touch.

The new sun rises as the Indian Summer approaches
The balance between their union, the blossom of a rose
Of fantasy and fiction in the making of a myth.

A new day awaits, nights of transformation passing.

Love spills over its infinite cup of abundance
On his path and hers, uniting citrine and rose quartz
To crystallize a concept right before their eyes.

Harvest time yields a changing for the better
And he and she united are a hint of things to come
Upon the stage of the finding is the focus of the seeking
In the dancing of the Autumn, their love is meant to be.