Novemberz

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