Love and autumn are beyond physical realms. Both touch our souls even though both symbolise ends. For autumn symbolises, the leaves falling and for love, symbolises the ego falling. They find each other in sadness yet mellowness. We cannot find love in the maiden of spring and youth, we can only find it during the infused and aged autumn for when we are fading, we deserve to be cherished...
'There was a familiarity in their commitment. She experienced freedom like nothing before. Someone to fall back on, someone of her own.... that was a passion she intensely craved....maybe that's why she was so dark, so reclusive and that's why she needed him...the world was nothing without him...'
Upon the comfort of feathers you entice Lost in silence to the world you entrance A temporal infinity of respite Yet the uncertainty of the unknown
Forms and figures they come as players Upon your tuneless reason they set their stage Acting out the magnanimity of your imagination They prance about those desires and miseries Drumming every secret whisper