Resting on a bench,
Peering at the twilight painted sky.
The misty meadow quilted in melted snow.
Red lavender leaves scattering,
Showering upon the lovers.
Finishing off autumn,
Coursing toward cold winter.
Surrendering to the labyrinth of the thoughts,
Unwilling to loosen themselves.
Soaking up one other as though,
Wishing to bear a rarer,
Sparse ache on the hearts in the absence.
The heavens looking through the lake,
Adorning a brush up with the dazzling rippling.
Milky pearl swans saturated splashing wings,
Icy water teasing faintly.
Neva murmured wistfull of the one dusk,
Destiny amusing them,
The start of such fall they met.
"When are you leaving?" Neva whispered, her hesd leaned on Rhett's shoulder.
"In the morning," Rhett's mellow voice resonated in the void water meadows.
"I'll look forward celebrating Christmas with you Angel." Smooching Neva's graceful hair, he uttered.
"I'll do too." Neva smiling gazed up at him, acquiring a romantic kiss on her lips.
Observing around, she saw the tiny dews sprinkling on the ground, forewarning of the chilly night that was closeby.
"Let's go home," Neva sweetly kissed his cheek and stood up, offering her hand.
Rhett gladly held onto her.
Every second with her was such a mystical little while.
Seperated for a while, they had a lifetime of more serenity and miraculous seasons.
He was leaving tomorrow. Neva and Rhett dreaded their first seperation. Yet, courageous enough to let go, praying they won't be apart for long.
The next morning, before dawn, when the moon still appeared hazy, Rhett grudging being away from Neva, in the end, had to let her go for a short moment and leave; for the country called.