I Look To You

I Look To You

I look to you in Autumn's merge with the climax of love
for the fragrance of scented leaves in the trees
I look to you in the quaint forest all alone
with the howling of owls in the distance
through the epitaph of braised neglect you are there
perched in the hands of loving hearts pierced through the fallen hue
quaint encounters on the porch swing by the Willow tree
you are the humble reminder of what true love is for
the notion of a vested solace hanging on the rich decorum

although at times and moments you may shy away yet you are there
aware in the twilight of fragmented choice
we may wallow in the mire of sweet extacy yet we humbly agree
I look to you cause we were both meant to be
all of life seems to be a mystery it seems
never before has my soul permeate through a glass menagerie
of the fallen leaves quaint but yet so dead
what is going on inside my head

I look to you across the hands of time
nestled through the mere vibration of brevity
in shallow peaks throughout the conclaves of death door resolve
as we climb the steps of time only to finally reach heavens door
lest I implore a more simpler way for my heart to display
beauty as in crystalized nuggets of time well spent in thought
I look to you in the morning fresh on the grass fallen dew
one can't ever know until you let go
in lavender decadence along the surface of the outdoor perimeter
basking in the vast expanse between space and time
as a beacon of light in a world in search of love
shelter lies dormant amidst its beckoning plough
a challenge to be free is a question of time
we have come this close never to turn back now
love is the essence of my mere existence learn to shun the resistance in every circumstance
until at last we all will take part in the dance