Quietness II

For once this time
I can hear my rhyme
that has arrived
from the skies.

It's like I'm here
with some fear
that I'll fall in love
with the one so dear.

I'll miss her
like the fur
of the wolf
at the gulf.

I see now
just how
it's gonna be
for me.

I'll be that old lady
that lives in the shady
olk tree with all the cats
and a bunch of hats.