I barely remember seeing the night,
Like an old, dry Autumn
Not going away.
Help me turn this knob,
Sliding back,
To the waiting moon,
Eating at sunset’s table.
.
Let us turn this season,
Facing the wind:
Fading,
Faltering,
Disappeared.
.
Now come help us mend this place,
Spilling our anxious tears as one,
To gently warm this evening.