As I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly I heard a rustling sound
Rustling leaves outside my door, merely leaves, being moved around
My eyes were closed, or almost there
As I reposed, sunk deep in my chair
The wind, it swirls this time of year
The freshly fallen leaves are near
They rustle as the wind doth mourn
They shuffle as they sail airborne
My thoughts were sailing with the wind
The wounds return and seldom mend
Of times gone by, once filled with joys
Now pushed aside, like discarded toys
I can see her face, I can feel her touch
Her mirthful eyes spoke, oh so much
Her tender touch reached pure and deep
And still it lingers, e'en in my sleep
No greater love had mortal man
Than I for she, there is no wan
Tho I grow old and cannot see
My love for her will constant be
So rustle all you winds of Fall
And wake me from my sleepy pall
You'll not create me any peril
My thoughts revert to my sweet Cheryl.
