Some leaves fall like blessings,
Some leaves fall like tears,
Some leaves fall like missives,
dispatched from sun to earth
amalgamating dreams
to dance upon the breeze.

Some leaves fall like dreams
that gravity has caught.
Some dreams catch in webs or nets,
become commodities.
Some dreams catch in hearts and minds,
flames for hungry souls.

Some flames feed the darkness.
Some flames feed the cold.
Some dreams catch a flame,
blaze a moment, then feed earth.
Some flames feed a passion
that grows into a dream.

Some dreams fall like leaves.
Some flames catch on dreams.
Some dreams flame like falling leaves,
catch the wonder of the sun,
bless the darkness and the cold,
feed the soul of earth.