bouncing door on whim of the wind
must have been open; broken hinges
light bulb hanging by cord; crack lens
bright lantern to those passing friends
leaves gathering to a pretty mound
sprinkle of yellow covering ground

cobblestone claim, crawling grass win
shrubs reaching out scattered; crane
peeling paint from once luster pane
a candle light glow to almost dim
wandering mind; reading poem
mythical journey; a proud theme

with a gush, murmuring lights bring
kaleidoscope of love came pouring
pausing breath, embracing eyelashes
heaving chest, gentle touching lips
a quick steps of muted tune, keeps
dreams, by watchful eye of the moon
whispers to smiling sun after dawn