Thought I knew what it was like to feel alive.
Never wanted to drop what I was already holding onto.
The woods is where I grew up and the wild grass is where I slept.
Thought I knew what love was when I met the forest boy.
He told me I could touch the stars but he never showed me how.
Left it all behind to wake up and approach reality.
Thought I had a place but never felt homesick when I ran away.
Had a false hope in the sun falling down for the stars to return.
You took me away before I could fall off the sky.
Had no idea that I could dream inside of your conscious.
You knew what it was like to have hope until it hurt.
You called me your love and touched your lips to mine.
Brushing fingertips and sacred words exchanged.
Thought I had a home in the forest until autumn touched the leaves.
The colors erased the blinding green and vanquished the darkest shadows.
Only hesitating against a color so burning bright because it’s too alive.
You told me I could touch the stars and you didn’t leave me just to try.
You took those constellations and pressed your gaze with them.
You took the color of your words and created something to exist.
I have been softened by the cool calm of the season.
Autumn eyes will warm what my thoughts have become.
Might have fallen into something real.
Might have fallen in love with a boy and his autumn eyes.