I've been alone all morning. Puccini is playing softly, from the corner of the room. Outside the fog wraps itself around the canyons below the house. I'm safe and quiet..., I will leave some footprints on paper....
Peace and time are candlesticks On my windowsill. I know my ebbing candle shines, But now I watch it's glow And know it will not last forever. I see it's beauty in the flame And form of melting wax As it slowly disappears.
I understand, now, That only my thoughts are forever And what comes is the Wind. I wrap my hand around the flame Because the Robin is at my window And spring is coming soon.