A Touch of Sun

When the fog stumbles about drunkenly
and the wayward wind wanders pell-mell,
When a tale tells its untold tale,
Do you for me weep
when the night goes to sleep?

When I am dreaming of you
Do you dream of me too?
When I snuggle close to you
do you squeeze the pillow
a little closer too?

Like a forgotten saga
Like an unfinished poem
forsaken by its muse,
Like a solar eclipse
Like a barren desert
Like the shipwreck washed ashore
Like the denuded trees in fall…        

Pray, will you forsake me    
when autumn overwhelms spring?