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I’m not alone. I’m not alone.

I’m better off not seeing,

as my eyes, closed,

are doors to love and warmth.



I am at home. I am at home.

The one I left last autumn-

as a falling leaf of changing tree,

smitten by the wind.



Some finger-drums are calling at the window.

The door is locked. The door is locked.

I better stay inside the gather

of many voices, many laughs.



The smell of fall is teasing from the oven.

Sweet taste of pie and tea are tickling my grin.

Don’t wake me up! Don’t wake me up!

I’m back, this time for longer, in my dreams.



I crave the late sun crossing, the painted vigor sky,

above the ragged ground of yellow-orange flakes.

I weave a scarf of my desire that keeps me warm.

So, here- unbothered- let me be; just let me be.