Laying here in
The dark a
Candle winking at
Me from the
Dresser listening to
Debussy delicately bob
Above me like
Late summers fireflies
I remember now
The feeling of
Your finger tips
Dancing on my
Arm like slowly
Creeping Ivy pulling
Me in tightly
Like mother’s embrace
And warding off
The chill of
That one nighttime
So long ago
Our sweet September
Together in Valencia