Autumn's Moon

When winter casts it's dark nights sleep

And the moon is round and gray 

Never forget I am with you

Each cold and blissful day

Now the wind may blow

And my memory may go 

But I will always return again.

Seasons will turn from light to deep 

 and days will move in a constant,

dampening my memory on you.

But when the sun reunites with the moon,

and fields of gold and Autumn's light

blow soft in the awakening storms.

Orange rays of light, 

which seap in soft skin 

will return my memory to you again.