Night Of Autumn By Captuivity.

Night yet consonates to suspire!
still i hear the tide by the cry of joy
as consonance resolves weariness to desiccate
on dune of sands spume splashes to shine

gypsy dance of breeze brims to flow
silence stretches to settle onshore
time yet toned up to tomorrow,
for bud to blossom at the dawn

fragrance awaits to dissipate across
in mirror of sky rainbow preens to prologue
very songs of Autumn to adore
for heart to shoot up into another world

time yet toned up to tomorrow,
for bud to blossom at the crack of dawn
fragrance awaits to dissipate
for heart to shoot up into another world.

crispy dream braces gloss of moon-fed glaze
eyes flickers to swag in reverie of wine
for joy to redound in cusp of captivity
lest night may rewind into caverns of hide