Winter Kissed Autumn

 

 

Winter Kissed Autumn

 

here within the slow dance of a winter kissed autumn
I surrender my truths at the altar of your heart
through hushed lips and closed eyes, I speak
spilling the hues of my soul across today’s backdrop

 

revealing far too much of myself
….without trepidation

 

but then I never really had a choice
…did I?

 

awake, stuck between dream and reality
stirring desire and restraint fervently
into some sort of mixture of respect
that I don’t even understand anymore

 

and I begin to question…
when did it all become so complicated?

 

whispered valor laying heavy upon
both your heart and mine
wherein sanity is always forgotten
as such a simple solution
to so many complex needs

 

and I find myself wondering
do dreams ever really
come true?

 

daybreak whimpers of unslept hours
as questions still threaten
to spill out of every orifice of my being
and I have no answers to offer

 

as I begin to lose my battle with sleep
I succumb to one simple reality

 

all the choices we make in this life
are ours alone to make
and there is no allowance for excuses
within the choosing

 

©LadyRaine

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No Allowance For Excuses

Amen. Profound and solemnly explored concepts - a maturity of spirit lives in your poetry - I am enjoying it - Lady A