Resting on a bench,
They peer at the twilight–painted sky,
The misty meadow quilted in melted snow.
Red lavender leaves scatters,
Whispers of farewell—showering upon the lovers,
Finishing off autumn,
Ushering in the breath of cold winter.
Surrendering to the labyrinth of their thoughts,
Unwilling to loosen their hold,
They soak up one other as though,
Wishing to bear a rarer,
Sparser ache in the hearts in their absence.
The heavens looks through the lake,
Adorning a brush up with the dazzling, divine gold rippling.
Milky pearl swans flutters their saturated wings,
Icy water teasing faintly.
Neva murmurs wistful of the one dusk,
Destiny amusing them,
The start of such fall they met.
Rhett's mellow voice ripples across the meadow,
Dreading this seperation since he's truly found home.
She quietly rests her head on his shoulder.
He murmurs that he leaves with the turning morn.
Their hearts swell in bittersweet farewell,
Wishing this sacred stillness to last forever.
They hold each other in a tangled promise,
Forward they'll bear untill sweet Christmas draws near.
But the Lord knows the heart's longing,
Longing to ease the agonizing act of waiting.
Twinkling dewdrops begin to sprinkle,
Forwarning of the winter chill closing in.
They're brave enough to let go for a while,
Untill the coldest winter wind storm by.
She smiles up at him, earning a slow, romantic kiss on the lips—
Sealing their vows of forever under heaven's witness.