As i lay down
In my own embrace
In warmth of the felt blanket
I allow my mind to wander
Amongst the shadows cast by my soul.

Where dogs bark in their own echo.
Shapes of the aged banyan
And those of the weeping willow..
Dancing in the moonlight
Upon the musty earth
Her softened yet cold heart
Still anchors their lives

I think of him
Still lying
In my own embrace
Wishing it was his
And that the warmth
Came from him
I listen to the rustling leaves
Noisy wind..
The noisy wind..
Silenced my winter heart to sleep.