Falling Gold

Hazy twists of grassy dips,
lit by flames within dark walls,
in shaded groves with glowing tips,
we watch the gold that spins and falls.

Silent, sweet, within our night,
together you and I behold
the chill chased far by tiny light,
by whispered trails of falling gold.

Spilling down the lilac paths,
draped in frozen, shadowed veils,
always pursuing those golden baths
and flying swift on starry sails,

just you and I alone again,
stumbling after secret dreams,
might you be lover, fighter, friend,
we're together with the golden beams,

in frozen valleys swept by black,
the foggy charcoal drapes around,
entwined for all the warmth we lack
until the golden life is found.

Curled together, you and I,
once in the dark, the winter's cold,
look to the shadowed, smoking sky.
We bask in blankets of falling gold.