watching apples fall from trees...
the wind tasted like your lips
and it swept across my face and turned back the leaves
they made laughter on your tongue
and the music showered down on me in windfalls.
a basket for the apples
and I'm walking around under the guild
of aimless thoughts of you
a gathering of moments that have fallen to memory.
bound by picture frames with silent smiles
and now I have to hold you by the edges.
