Your eyes are worlds of peridots and amber. Hazy with two planets colliding. A milkly way of two Andromeda’s turning into one galaxy. The collision of your gaze, makes my heart turn into my stomach. My heart so green with pounding. My stomach so auburn with burning. It doesn’t make sense how the seasons of your eyes, these turning leaves, can affect me so. Still I am wild with the nature of you. Unselfed by your abundance of being. I often wonder what worlds you have travelled in me, that I have missed? Do you see creation in my form like I see trees blooming and kissing the sky? Do you capture glimpses of the cacoons of sleeping potential in my lazy eyes, like caterpillars meditating into butterflies? Do you you saturate in my wonders the way I marinate in your marvels? Give me a world of you and I’ll give you this flowing galactic sea of me. Let us share in the colors of our blending souls. Like the shifting of autumn shares in the changing currents of universal breath. Let us breath deeply of the autumn winds. Let us bask in the colors it brings, before they fade from the forest floor and become spring. Let us honor the harvesting of being. The gentle shift of changing decaying matter into blossoming radiant energy. The importance of giving outdated parts of ourselves up so that we may grow into brighter blossoms. So that we may live again in a more magnificent form then we once conceived for ourselves. Let us lay to rest and make room for those that will share greatness with us once again. Let us not hesitate. Let us embrace it’s wisdom. Praise autumn in its hazel gaze. Praise.