the words fall like leaves

[revolutionR]

the leaves that cover the graves
don't speak to the dead
but everything falls to earth eventually
the words of the poets fall on the page
stars fall in the night like angels
like diamonds from the cosmos
the rain falls from the clouds
that look like mountains or elephants
the rain falls like tears of the gods
like ink where the words form

the words of the poets
fall like jazz notes, the words fall like drops
of blood from the poets eyes, who cry words
that fall like leaves on the graves of time
only the words of the poets have seen
beyond the words that were made
to die

the leaves fall on the graves
but they do not talk to the dead
the leaves do not pray
as they drift down to earth
they came from earth and they go back

the words of the poet fall like leaves
they fall like stars from the cosmos
like rain drops from the clouds
that once resembled mountains
the words fall like ink tears onto the page

they fall exorbitantly, without doubt
without blame, they just fall from that place
that exists inside the moment of reflection
without pride they fall and they ride
to their destination, they ride on down
the poet watches as they hit the ground
without a sound