kellasandra's musings
if I remember my November
there was beauty in its moments
days wrapped in a borrowed sweater
in wandering thoughts of lost innocence
nights wrapped in a stolen blanket
inside drifting dreams to reminiscence
a bourbon held high in the air
for the happiest of birthdays spent
another held tightly in tears
for the saddest of losses went
and thankful for all in the end
a long slow goodbye to the month I call my own
shadows of a heart
in its perfect denial subtle delusions
of lullabies I can’t forget
haunting me before i wake
every night I’m dancing with your ghost
where the shadows can’t catch us
haunting me in my darkest fairytale
in the light of Octobers cold morning moon
Octobers opus
of thirty one sunsets
with its crimson canvas hung perfectly in crisp air
mirroring summers last warmth
vivid reds, yellows and orange leaves fall
dancing to the ground
invite magic, macabre and myth
in its finale filled with children’s laughter
and with its last turns of the weather vane
ebony heavens as dark as ravens
calls out to our mortal realm
to gaze upon its opalescent moon
and its celestial ovation of meteors and stars
waiting is the hardest
missing the sound of your voice
the phone hasn’t rung
watching the television
hoping for no news at all