While I sleep tonight...
Wrapped in your sweet embrace...

Each night I sit by the window sill,
My gaze on the road that leads to our door...

So easy to cross convention’s line,
To slip a little further down...

A velvet kiss upon my lips
And you blend into the night...

Roaming the streets in dumped despair,
Reminders of you everywhere...

And so it came upon me,
to cast all things aside...

The shape of words in Autumn is different from...
remarks are brittle and dry, turning to dust on...

Lighter than air she brushes me,
A feathery stroke along my cheek...

You who are so full of light,
Give yourself to mother night...

She slips quietly into bed, but
She is not ready for sleep...