Autumn Tree

Like a naked autumn tree 

I stretch my arms to thee

Shorn of leaves, bare dull and grey

Towards your mercy my thoughts flee

The rope of life stretches long

I think I reach somewhere I belong

Wandering far and wide and new

it's only around your spool all along

My throat aches with thorns of thirst

My wounds open and crack

Lips parch and eyes wander in this melee

Towards your mercy my thoughts flee