returns of desire

What do you see?

I see a movement of shadows
Following yet falling further behind
An alliance of ailing eye and mind
Nothing endures yet still the light flows

I see the frail suspended leaf loosen and fall
Entombing the memory of summer
Winter approaches
Carrying the snows to build our mausolea

Yet further still beyond I hear
The pulsing drum of spring
That time I most fear
When our corpses shall be exposed

entering the now