Night Wanderer

The maples have caught fire,
the hickories melted into gold.
The sun became a pale white disk,
letting the world fall into cold.

My heart has made a hollow,
to be filled when you come home.
But until that day arrives,
the barren wilderness I'll roam.

The leaves will make a bed for me,
where I will rest my weary bones.
Faded sun will turn to silver moon,
and stars appear as flecks of stone.

Underneath that velvety Fall sky,
I'll wait for wishes to come true.
Underneath that clear Autumn sky
I'll find peace until I find you.