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AUTUMN DREAM
Looking up through the trees from where you sat;
remembering our talking this and that;
though distant from this place I choose to be,
I wonder if you're so removed from me
I cannot reach you from where I am at;

the leaves, now mellowed, stems about to break,
in scarlets, yellows; nature's big mistake,
allowing one to see their silent death
their fluttering to ground in autumn's breath,
like plans we almost thought were ours to make;

from where I am, to where I have to find,
in reaching you, the touching of your mind;
so you will think of me, through time, the thief,
as not just one more broke and falling leaf;
but one you might have loved, though left behind.

and I will find a way, as I must do,
that river through the sky to reaching you;
absurd though it might sound, somehow, it seems,
one cannot think of autumn without dreams,