A loner's Ravings

See the leaves turn yellow and brown, See the trees turn wild with colors, See the forest and the mountains go crazy Like a Van Gogh Listen to the streams and the rivers, And the sombre silence of the lake, Listen to the birds and the sky, And the wonder of it all. It is fall. I love fall More than I love spring And I dont know whom to thank That I can see and listen And be part of this miracle. Soon it will be winter And the snow will be all over. But the memories will remain For ever, Even when I am myself A part of this .

What is it about your face That drives me crazy? What is it about your voice That leaves me nearly paralyzed? What are you, anyway, That you have such power over me? I keep telling myself I am imagining you That you cannot possibly exist. Yet I know you are there. And I wouldn't have it anyother way. So, want to tell me About your power.

There was this old lady Near my place. I say "Good Morning" And she answers "I will tell you Good morning When morning really comes" She tells me her nephew will be visting today. But he doesn't come. Ever. And she says quietly, "It is so peaceful When you dont have any one to wait for". Her words demand silence. She is well over ninety, Everyone says she is demented Waiting for her kin who never come. And never complaining she is lonely. She is still so very pretty I tell her she must have been ravishing in her youth. She smiles. She looks happy. And then, Before the nephew could come With the cherries Or was it cherry blossoms For her, She left.