Fading Trails

Alive and awake
This morning is more
Robust that you or I

Darling, let these dew tears
Fall to where we’ll go
That’s all there is

The melancholy calling
The frost that’s falling
This stop-start elation

Is everything.
Watch the gloom through
A lens with me; we’ll share.

Hung rucksacks in yellow and blue
Carry haphazard beauty
We’ll share and we’ll share, forever.

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