The cat is watching the wind
driving the leaves down the road,
and I am blithe and serene
as though the war has been stopped.
Amber light is seeping through
The brandy and candy from you.
Only the flecks on your back
Are what is being missed on my bed.
The dog is collecting the nuts
to greet you with when you are back.
Stroking the dog, I will get
The meaning of all through his love.
Only I am missing you
breathing beside on my bed,
as well as the flecks on your back
with brown iodine healing net.
Forgive me, my love, for being late
coming from starwars to you
waiting for sole me to date
using our dreams coming true.
To where you are citing the books
I love just the same as you do,
to where I am missing sun flecks on your back
with no rhyme comparing to you.