Howls and moan sound in the eves
on this October night
like a lost soul when it grieves
from that plane beyond sight.

Or are these things coming from me
as I remember long gone friends
who've reached their eternity
in a hunting ground which never ends?

I rub my eyes where twin streams flow
swollen creeks from thoughts of loss
when will my storm cease to grow
when will my dreams not make me toss ?