Incandescent Nightfall

Secrets

There are things I haven't told you yet, 

Have I told you? 

That with you, the crowded streets

Seem alleys of fallen leaves; 

My feet brush against those fallen

And my arms brush against those falling; 

Slowly, slowly, 

Ochre leaves, sunny leaves; 

No clamor, no noise; 

Only the songs of birds

And cracks of fallen leaves; 

With you by my side, 

Your hand in mine, 

I walk, carefree

Have I ever told you? 

That with you beside

My agony days would smile

And shy away, 

As the warmth of your breath

Melts my dire past, 

And it runs down my cheeks, 

Slowly, slowly; 

Haunted past, twisted past; 

No joy, no glee; 

Only the din of doubts

And murky shrieks, 

But with you lying beside

And your head on my heart, 

I fall and rise, carefree