Autumn
the naked autumn trees, loom closer with the breeze, their limbs the bones that held our summer shade. I'm restless as the moon, that covers us through june, with clouds that stretch and taint his evening gaze. and the leaves upon the ground, make that old familiar sound, both bold and red like blood shed in the cold. when everyone's asleep, and the house begins to creek, I'm a question with an answer left untold, I'm left untold. and the stars will try to shine, but seems a waste of time, their subtle glow behind a quilt of grey. they stay neighbours to the moon, and that old familiar tune, of the insect and the cats that had gone astray. passing cars let off a sigh, in the middle of the night, a comfortable surprise that leaves me sound. asleep inside my bed, with no thought for what's ahead, or a care for any trouble that surrounds.

oh will you be my, won't you see i need you in my sight, now i need you, let me see you, wake me up tonight.