From the recording Familiar
Sighing autumn breeze
silently slips through the trees
above you and I
The evening sky falls
giving way to speckled night
and warning of cold
On the porch I sit
lightly strumming my guitar
putting you to sleep
One deep final sigh
as if drawn out from the wind
your eyes close slowly
and one final note
sinks into the fallen leaves
left unresolved...