It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
A variation in your voice
One decibel from your tender-loving
And I’m lost...
You see the leaves that fall in autumn –
Each one’s a dream that’s died
Of love, achievement, each a post mortem...
