feeble

"feeble"

rejoice, standing strong, still thundering onward.

but something in your eyes says "i don't know"

place your hands into

piles of leaves and, remember

this is your creation, this hollow bastion

a place where love can be sent on owl's wings.

we can speak or be spoken to

and

this is what we have left each other with

autumnal leaves and withering branches

that resemble the brown above your palms

or the grey that hid under your

eyes.

i wonder if you can see me, quietly hidden away.