"Amidst the soft and muted light, they glowed like burning embers,dancing in the wind around the tombstones, as I recall;it was an autumn rainbow of red and orange and gold to be remembered.Fall tenderly like the leaves brushing against the graveyard wall.You were placing flowers on a grave and you had been crying,mourning someone very dear, and you looked so very smallin this granite-filled lot of incendiary leaves and so much dying.Fall tenderly in my arms and make me stand up straight and tall.When you gently took my arm, it was an electric kind of sizzle,and the rush of your touch made all of my skin crawl;there were tears in our eyes as they met, and it began to drizzle.Fall tenderly into the night as the whispering raindrops call.I don't care about the past, I no longer have misgivings;I am here for the present, for now, and I am trying to stall,because life is for us, it is for those who are here and still living.Fall tenderly into my heart and promise me your all."