Honey of fall
pours over the city

Trees grow tired and loose their leaves

The grass stops growing and goes to sleep

clouds turn grey
and the sun hides away

and i stay standing
in the middle of the field
the wind breaks through my clothes
and into my bones
oh how i shiver
oh how my bones shiver

and there she walks
pass the golden trees
with the smile that touches
the sun and moon
and her eyes like clouds in day
and the stars at night
her hair flows gracefully
like the wind breezing through the grass

oh how lovely
how lovely

and there i stand
cold and shivering
with a face thats rough
and brown hazel eyes
that are tired
black messy hair
dry hands
and i stand slanted

yet she holds my hand
my cold hands
yet she does
she does...