Goodbye Kiss

Ever as my temples gray
with blend of browns and whites;

        sweeter skies are calling,
tender quiet seeks them out.

Fresher breaths await my course -
        though memory serves to vanquish light
        
where autumn reds deliver care
a fresher touch
          on lighter air.

That which once was golden - gone

and heart releases joy now known
to peace pulled wisdom on sweet lips

of goodbye kiss

          with goodbye kiss.