November canticle

I will leave no trace,
Like the autumn rain
I will sweep you off,
And pain will be over.
Finally.

I will be gentle –
As gentle can be,
As a melody
That flies above the clouds ,
Glorious.

I will be kind,
As the spring sun
That makes the flowers
Bloom in the snow
Lovingly.

I will be enchanting
As the old fairy tale
Gold-dusted,
Full of memories
Of magic.

I will be ethereal
As the vision
Of beauty in the haze
Of sunset
In the rain.

I will be compassionate
As the embrace
Of the wind
And seafoam
After a storm.

I will be all that
And more-
But you will have
To die
To see me as I am.

Radiant
Captivating
Soulful
Magical
Entrancing.

Dead.