An opiate

She is like an early autumn leaf drifting,

fluttering, flitting, dancing about in the chilled fall air.

Or maybe she is the breeze.

She is like a favorite lyric from an ageless ballad,

treasured and beloved as it pulls at the heart.

Or maybe she is the melody.

She is like a potent elixir, an opiate, to the soul distraught,

soothing to an ease loneliness and the tragedies of being.

Or maybe she is dreadful poison.