Fragments Of September

I thought of death in veins of these trees

not in dark, but in the soft sun and cool breeze

pondering on the difference of ideals and  realities

death of a once was, condition – disagreed

wrapped in small notes of loves idiosyncrasies

death of a consequence as the two, could not, as one  – appease.

for all was done – said sacrifices to appease

bloodlines erase from the root of these trees

innate habits of one's idiosyncrasies

I noticed – I saw – they were not just blown into the breeze

I never spoke up, you would have disagreed

full circle comes twice – our realities.

blindfolded, voices unknown – her reality

she stayed still, stayed silent – to appease

in the corner of her mind, that voice disagreed

but she silenced the silence, she focused on the trees

she prayed and in one moment, she commanded a breeze

did it happen? or was it in her mind idiosyncrasies.

there's something to it when you are in the light and shadow of the sun setting idiosyncrasies

it's rarely captured or adorned in this reality

the soft, divine touch of an unexpected breeze

how it consoles – how it contains – appease

stay here outside of time, under these trees

may it wither, may it be told – they disagreed.

I thought of death as death thought of me and disagreed

light and dust and how the wind dances through the leaves idiosyncrasies

how it moves and sways, yet the core stays still – these trees

how one's mind gets lost in thought past realities

only coming back when you realize your in company – you appease

until you get lost again in that cool unexpected autumn breeze.

antiquated dreams drift softly in the breeze

would you take my hand and jump if I asked – or disagree?

never mind, don't tell me – I know you’d appease. 

and that would still not be enough – damn my idiosyncrasies

I cannot ask you to leave your reality

I'll sit here in pensive moods under these trees.

autumn's overcasted skies – trees cry – a familiar breeze.

fragmented realities, paths cross paths, but disagree.

cursed idiosyncrasies – some forsake, some appease.