Fallen Leaves Poem by Gautami Phookan

Upon the bed of fallen leaves
How fair the blossoms lay,
Silver the night,
And silver the streams are veiled.
In the vast solitude,
Retreating into the heart of wood,
Beneath the roof of a drowning sky,
As our love spills fragrance in the rain.
Whispering kisses, drifting touches
Of your briny lips; of secrets told,
Known to the woods and to me.
Muffled sounds dissolve into
The dim light of morn,
As shadows from the darkness are besieged.
And the leaves of gold are drowned,
As my heart begins to bleed,
Sundering on the thorns where I dwelt
Through nights silent and long.
Crimson petals float on a cloud of mist,
I walk through a heavy haze, wan and wasted,
A shadow tethered to the wind.
Mayhaps you shall find me
On the foaming waves- singing to the sea.
When your heart comes desiring on the wind's trail.
When love shall again spill fragrance in the rain.