Tapestry

There are
no words left
only the rustle
of dying leaves
and the touch
of your fingers,
the wind blows
through
when you kiss me
I can still hear
the far off dirge
where to bonfires
burn through
the night,
we stand in a
rain of ashes
letters of the past
tattered tapestries,
you hold me
and we remember
how the world
used to be.

Tapestry