autumn poem

he'd even have his joke
moonlight deep and tender
into the silent land
the swan existing
uplifting, as the wind blew
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
in and of itself
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
let us express our baser passions
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones