When the golden rust falls of the leaves,
when the balmy breeze turns into an aria...
when the pale gold washes the heaven,
when the world is painted a Van Gogh
I reminisce,i ponder,m lost.
The grains in the hour-glass have halted...
Footsteps on the red earth
I can't remember when it was last..
when it was...i had been closer to me..
The flames kindling on the red hearth beckon,
the chromes, the ochres & browns are home..
This is it,i tell myself,yet again.
this is it,my panacea,my elixir,my abode!!!