November (Demo)

Brown moth, brown flowers

Brown undertones

A quiet night on a country mile

Only my thoughts stay sleepless

If I am feeble, if I seem tired

Wrap me in layers

And move me down

Only my thoughts stay sleepless

Every letter, every word

Hangs in the drift, a cloud on her own

Pack it in early, winter’s grace

Cold and aching, needing a flame

Only my thoughts stay sleepless

Open field, a moon to rise

After hours, a distant chime

Only my thoughts stay sleepless

I’ll give the river my regards

Hope that it reaches wherever you are

Settlin' in on the outskirts of town

Even the breeze is quieting down

And only my thoughts stay sleepless