By Katharina Kalus

By the time I stepped outside,
the leaves were on fire.
The sky—a glowing red,
matched my heart of desire.

Beware of bewitched wilderness,
longing for every breath of air.
Beware of bold blindness,
for it will leave nothing but fear.

Blissfully, the time flew by,
for light flickered and faded.
The sky—a burning red,
as a heart of desire deflated.