Isabella

In days of autumn fire, night rides black and cold, stars come out like ice, no matter what we sing, the wind is fierce and bold, it knows which bells to ring, the love of dreaming, if we're not at home, a flame across the sea, our love calls frequently, on mobile ‘phones, no lack of scheming, absence replaces fear, tells us we're not alone, no matter what we think, in the yellow evening, you appear atoned, a name for everything, written on a board.