Leaves falling and a fire's ashes,
waves melting and lightning crashes.
Gray and old, warm yet cold,
eyes that sparkle and hands that fold,
Together. The sun is setting,
and we are getting close,
to an end and beginning,
to the stars beauty of a rose.
Fire's ashes and lightning crashes,
Our love lasts but now it dashes,
you were taken to a lightened place,
and I am transcending to see your face.