paint crimson on the pallid rose
and gold upon the faded crest
blue deep within the well of crows
where passions tears have come to rest
flutters outspread caged within
an intermittent beating wing
ever longing to begin again
timeless songs in silence sing
chiding heaven for the wait
as treading hills of mud and stone
wisdomdom the pearly gate
Peace be still
before autumn is done