Ten odd Autumns ago....

Would you tell me a fairy-tale?
Of elves and pixies,
and their winged dreamy desires
swathed in lacey indigo blues ?
Of lovers and friends,
And faraway dreams
knitted together with serene sunshine ?
Would you sleep by me,
As I face the starry night
In all her imperial satin splendor ?
Reading by her silver lamp, while they sketch
her thousand metaphors on the October canvas ?
Would you tell me you love me,
And embrace me when I cry
And you know not what to do ?
Yet if I do not stop
elevate my face, and plant a kiss,
where it melts me the most, and you shall see
Stained with salty tears
How they curl up and glow.
Would you walk with me to eternity ?
Let us grow old together and die,
throbbing in the utopia we found as kids
and hold it long after we beget our own.
Petals of destiny unfurled and taken
Cherished and delighted; each day, everyday.
Would you come burn with me ?
Lets burn a little each day,
To keep the flame we ignited
with your soul and mine.
Bathe it with hearts , tears and moments
That took our breath away
Some ten odd autumns ago