Autumn Leaf

Just like a burning flame,

so brilliant and so sad,

she dances, with the wind,

the final mating dance.

Just like my mother Cairo,

so brilliant and so sad,

she flirts with rising suns,

and impregnates the moon

with every passing glance.

Just like my weary soul,

she patiently awaits

the day of her return,

and mimics sister rose

with colors of rebirth,

while singing ancient tunes;

so brilliant and so sad.