Golden Falling Gestures

Within a colourful rainy autumn
Eyes resplendence on a tepid sunlight
While One flower mingles softly with the sea
For each interrupted gesture a golden falling leaf
The alternative would be to ascend
From out of our dormancy’s inheritance
Unknown to the golden essence seeping from heaven
Under a cascade of darkened myrtle’s petals
A pathway bordered by autumn’s trees
For each misguided gesture a golden falling leaf
Many phantasmagorical forms we did undertake
Numbered doors from zero to minus infinite
Cleanse my thirst with fountain water
Here, once I wished for One true flower
Sheltered by water, secret wishes laid here
Collecting aquatic’s dust and rust
Bystanders stole them for themselves
For each mistaken gesture a golden falling leaf
Water cleaned my pathway of golden leaves
Over them threading, the sea opens wide ahead
Lost the golden door to my own key
Leaves used to be something profoundly unique
But golden oceans are still to come…

N. Ego
by joel nachio