As a cold breeze washes over me,
The chills to my bones sober me,
Sit,
Up,
Right,
Don't,
Get,
Uptight,
Let the crisp air breathe in my soul,
Lost in the midnight sky's black hole,
Placed ever-so secretly among scheming stars,
And though I don't believe in fate,
There's someone, somewhere dreaming ours,
And under this night light,
I find myself in awe,
A perfect peaceful scene,
Dark but without flaw,
Swirling and charming, all the while still,
Not a thing is moving in my autumn windowsill,
Like a love song from one to another,
Without a single word,
How does one know its feeling,
Without ever having heard,
And yet a melodious, fanciful candor,
Of an evening of fall grandeur,
Can be heard on its stillest night,
In the brisk air,
Of the soft moonlight.
