The Frail Of Autumn Wings (atumnal Equinox)

Watch this all go down
Drain the leaves to gold
Pull me back inside
Penitrate my skin
feel this all again.
Allure me to your Felicific view;
these felon stars
dominate this harvest ground.
Forlorn it is,
Let it slip away.
These Autumn wings do frail
Winter comes to bourne
Autumn dies slow death
Months begin to fade
Watch this all go down
let me be the words you say.
I want to be the sun that sinks,
Be the leaves that fall,
smell the oaks that weep.
I want to feel this all again