Behind the Fallen Leaves

So many red and blue moons
have sunk
behind the veil of fallen leaves—
these eyelids will not close
in night's deep ritual patterns
as they used to.

At the borders
of my daily thoughts,
in the courtyard of longing
and fulfillment,
everything that exists
suddenly trembles today
in earthquake's lightning strike.

Only desire remains now—
let tender smiles bloom
on red rose lips
like the colored days before.