09.ode Beyond The Graves

autumn
asphalt street
grey sky

cool breeze
affords a floor
of brown leaves
to dance and
settle on a spot

your leather shoes
an eagerness
played out
by the leaves ealier

if i could just move
to welcome you
sweet heart
it would be agile
graceful
as the waltzing breeze
and the leaves
in their entrancing twirl of love

the museum and my poems
are nearby
there,
your heart will flutter
like the dazzling blooms - in spring
your tears trickle
in the spirit of my verses

if i could just hold you
by the hands again
and warm you up
with my love

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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