Solace

pertaining to the fear of eyes

persistent to the flow of wind

not the best of words used

not the best of grammar utilized

i conveyed my inner self

through the fall of autumn leaves

and their faded colour

to match the vigour lost

in the battle half begun

in the love well established

in the wait perhaps prolonged

in the night utter dark

with a glow in the eyes

of a major solitude

silenced to death, by life itself

not worthy enough to see the end

not cautious enough to tread alone

not sincere enough to live fully

in a matter of few moments

I am lost and brought back

senses activated,  I am lost again

your presence of primary importance

to the mortal desires of the flesh

to the eternal deeds of the eyes

lost beneath the stars, characterised

by the fading, falling leaves

I seek you, in solace.