Dark romance touches my eyes
An autumn bird has fallen from the skies
Paralysed beauty fills the grass
Shaped like a mound of shattered glass

The birds burgundy breast is fatally displayed
I wish I could swoop down and steal the decay
To put it in me instead would mean the bird would be okay
But life is a ladder you climb... then it's taken away

I buried the autumn bird by a tree
They say; 'being at one with the soil will set you free'
Life will come and go regardless of strokes
I exhale for remembrance and all that it provokes

I walked away and said my goodbyes
Death gives me answers to help me survive
Days fold like a candle, burning in an hourglass
Slipping like wax, memories are coiled into seconds that last

A memory can come and go,
When all is dark, a memory still glows
It's an ever versant tree with branches previously sold,
In a memory is where I unfold

By Rod Doyle ex Aber