I Mourn These Yellowed Leaves Oceans of Slumber

I breathe in these tattered woes
The autumn scent of a thousand scattered souls
Painted memories I trace the lines etched in scars
Faded memories and jaded hearts

I mourn their time here and the harvest's arrival
The gathered bundles in the coming winds
Their time here is through
Into the flames to be consumed

The colours change, the light becomes the dark
Sun washed now fades to a yellow hue
Much like time has become for them
With handfuls of earth I gather the leaves

Despite the fertile soil below
These leaves have no means for life
They can only be how they were designed
A blanket to the dampened ground
A safe place for the insects and bones

They can only be how they were designed

A veil to the earth below
A veil to the earth below
A veil to the earth below
A veil to the earth below