The autumn of love

Life, they say,
is death turned
inside out,
darkness: light,
travelling backwards in time!
Hope, they say is
fears overcome,
strength: weaknesses won!
Love,
though they'd
probably never tell you,
is often only lonliness
tied in knots,
hope travelling backwards,
in the time-space of faith,
incumbent autumn
in the guise of spring!

But autumn, as they say,
is again,
only spring awaited,
dusk
only a wait untill a new dawn!