Autumn's Twilight

It's been a thousand years
Since I last roamed around here
With my grandma's silver bracelet
And that gorgeous black piano,
Whose sound could make
The golden leaves quiver.
It smells like grass,
It tastes like the end
Of chronic pain,
I'm young again -
Sleeping in flowers,
Riding winged horses
Over dead pigeons
On chocolate-cake Sundays,

Pirouetting in the sunset.

As I was standing
Dressed in Autumn's twilight
Very quiet
In my shelter,
Like a butterly
Twirling around
The fading fabric
Of the day,
I saw your light -
Light beyond bright
And windows of wonders,
And citadels,
And galloping steeds
Painted themselves in the sky

Over me...