"Autumn Solitude" from Mahler's great song cycle "The Song of The Earth", and Darcey Bussell of the Royal Ballet in her finale show.

And how can last stanza of Rilke's "Autumn Day" be far from my mind:

"Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr. Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben, wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben und wird in den Alleen hin und her unruhig wandern, wenn die Blatter treiben."

[1] Red tide, tonight, brings with it rumors of water to the shore of this hotel bed.

Sea swells fill for absent conversations through this night. And I wonder whether words I write on them will reach her?

[2] Even though I might sleep tonight inside broken shells of my dreams, there is this endless thirst for Adrienne's liquid hands.

What did I, a stone face, know of heartbreak, until she put her head against my chest and wept farewell?

[3] Harvest moon tracks across the waves. Does it remember other vanished seas, I wonder, when it crosses Saharas?

And will I remember how it felt to beathe her air if I wake from under this blanket of covering tides?

Harverst Moon, Ponte Vedra, Florida