The autumn wind gets colder
Daylight gets shorter
Nights are crisp
Stars seem clear
I lay here alone
With goosebumps and a lonely heart
Waiting for your soft touch
The night slowly becomes morning
I sense you stirring
Near the edge of the forest
I sense your gentle hands
Lightly grazing the crimson leaves
I sense you guiding me through the thickets
Taking me a great distance from civilization
I sense you laying here beside me
Whispering lovely, soft words into my ear.