Arms of Mine

Unlike the seasons 

that come and go, 

life is bases on choices

pointing out the roads. 

It could be I'm missing you,

as I am melancholy as can be.

The darkness moving in 

as a troubled hold on me. 

It's the scream in silence

that no one can hear, 

as I reached into the darkness

and found a wall of fear. 

The wind suddenly danced 

high up in the trees, 

swirling around in circles

I caught a few falling leaves.

My heart is racing 

as a tear falls from my eyes, 

I am caught up in a dream 

that you are in these arms 

of mine.