The embers of love
Glow softly on the fire
As I close my eyes
And dream of your
Majestic creation, Lord.
Summer has gone,
The rains are falling,
Misty mornings
Misty eyes.
The leaves fall
Slowly
One by one,
Not ready to give
Themselves up completely yet,
And cling to a little green
Of Summer.
There is sadness there
A little
But still a hope
Of some beautiful days to come.
And always
There is You,
Without seasons,
Without time,
You give me
My gift of love
Forever enduring.