Autum Leaves

When you look into my eyes

Do you look into my soul

Can you reflect what I reflect

Or capture what I behold

When you see my many treasures

You may just say they are fallen dead leaves

That I partake in foolish collection

And that they only cloud me

But I say to you even though they have fallen

Me catching them is not utterly absurd

I choose to softly care for them

And the serenity of my peace they do not disturb

I let them resonate through my being

So that they may have a peaceful resting place

They may throw away all their worries

As they float on all my grace

I am fine being this puddle

That catches those who fall

Since i know i cant restore them

Into my being they dissolve

Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock