Letters and Leaves

We were letters lost in translation

read under sheets with shaky hands

and trembling tongues.

We were as crimson leaves

swaying in the deep heat of summer..

Even the softest breeze

was never meant to remain

on any particular branch or under one tree.

Wild things eventually leave; they scamper, they fly.

Words become fabrications, seductive lies.

Summer turned to autumn

and we both flew away.

You and I, we could never quite reach

our utopian castle, high in the sky.

#Poetry #melodylee