Several Days A Month You Made
The Mile To My House,
And Had Me Do A Stroll With You.

Far Below A Furry Moon
Our Purposes Crossed
The Weird Divide
Between Our Kinds

The Silver Leaves Of Ailing Trees
Took Flights As We Passed So Long Ago
But A Short Time I Know.

It Pleases Me This Memory
Has Swollen Up With Age.
Even Time Can Do
Good Things To You.