Autumn Leaves

It was past twilight when she took the call. I asked for him, as we gathered to wish for this was his day. I remembered the moment. It was past dusk when we returned and hit bed. Somewhere a soul stirred as I said to her"              

A little of me, A little of you,

A little of us both together

That's what will make him be.

A little of Rain, A little of Shine

A little of it all together

That's what will make him Divine

Twenty Eight years later we sat exhausted.

Spring & Dance, Dance & Prance

My Love we have played our chance

We are the Autumn Leaves."

They have just hit the bed. Do I see another soul stir.