as the leaves fall yellow, red, orange, brown
high sits the crown
of the city I envisioned with you
New York is the city of dreams said he
broken dreams, said she
nature's inexplicable beauty, in all its intricacies and imperfection
akin to the human condition
trace the lines in your palms and hold yourself close
trust what no one else knows
your reflection is your beauty, inside and out
like nature, seasons change and come again
revel in the come and go, and all the in-between
feel your heartbeat
breathe
