Autumn Dreams Poem by Night Flyer

Woman of my dreams,

Still feel you through ascending pathways of Autumn trees

that open up before me

Graced with golden leaves

Kissed by the sunsets of a million dreams

Flying in crystalline shapes of rapture

Your hair of scarlet, billowing across the hills

Your arms, transforming to wings across the sunset

Your face, beckoning me from plains of midnight

Your sweet voice, echoing hauntingly across Autumn meadows

Calling to me from the deep recesses of hallucinogenic

memories.
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