WE’LL LEAVE A LIGHT ON FOR YOU:

Or it may have been a life long dream,
Either way,
The dog made of sand is dressed appropriately,
And ready to leave,
To get away,
From the indifference,
Of the woman with the Blackest hair in the world,
He looks up at the sky,
To the hole the pointing finger made,
And snow begins to fall through it

(K)