it's right in between Fall and Winter,
when the leaves touch down
on the damp ground
and add surround sound of color
all around,
and all around i have been waiting for you to say this sense of humor to me, this perfect wit, that you were so in control of a few years ago, and you finally have, and i realized you always had it in you, and i just rejoiced
the perfect time of year
is when you're right here,
as the Autumn days grow prolonged
and the Winter sun washes down on them,
out of that perfectly blue sky,
to catch the rain from yesterday's Eye,
and you know the All-Seeing Eye,
a pure at heart,
you'll see Him in the eyes,
i will look at you. forget ever being bashful, it's true.
and all will make sense,
forever and ever,
best friends.
by Ben Bussewitz
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