Falling and looking,
Stones and dirt,
Water and soil...
No end to arrive...
In this loneliness of fall.
The spark in your eyes,
As I close mine...
They're fire in my furnace,
They are warmth to my soul...
The coal is bright and red,
It lights the woods,
As the moon normally does.
I wonder where your touch is....
Because I miss the happiness of us.