Novemberz - Elsa Hewitt

Their absence make me sad sometimes

In late November’s embers

Dreams take me to places

That are far and yet familiar

And I drift in its tides

And wake up on a different shore

Where my skeleton feels heavier

Where no matter what my conscience tells me

I am transfixed on the sky

Cos the sun on my face

Smothers and softens its flickering trace

The sun on my face

Smothers and softens its flickering trace