Feels warm, tonight.

Although the wind hasn't been friendly

And the bird has flown away

And the moon is part tired

But you, let me stay, why?

Though the leaves had been swept.

Is it one of your twisted secrets?

If it is, then keep it as what it is

Seal them away from me,

My eyes my ears and my nose

But let me linger a little while longer

In a sea of mystifying silence

you.