Fall knocks on the door

at brink of a change

a time for plenty

for we ripe what we sow

The earth will hibernate

for it's time to holiday

rechange renew review 

new beginning around the bend 

 Love does run it's course

around bends and turns

there are time when it ebbs so low

if  i can see an end

but there's a voice 

loud and it screams

hold on to it

the tattered thread

becoming stranded each day

i turn cold and numb

to all emotion 

as music dies in me 

or i've killed it 

a slow unbecoming death

i open myself to a higher calling

or that's what i say

a consolation prize

i fall from grace

a love degrade

i bid good bye 

each day

to a weary love