A change of season is drawing near.
Scented hay perfumes the air.
Green grass slowly turns to brown.
Fallen leaf's canvas the ground.
I have seen this wooden mast before.
Flowing blue sails on silent winds.
You are not welcome here anymore.
Once you were my only friend.
Light and faint.
Legs are trembling.
What is my dog dreaming?
Silent whispers upon the night,
hang from stars of silver white.
Cling to dreams of heavy hearts,
wishful words from miles apart.