Love
My days were lost in mystic whites Draped on spools of phrygian times I jumped nocturnal days without a clout With a parlous ire,miles deep in doubt And eyes drenched in kohl,endless like the sea Got a touch of gold,alighting the endless needs Maze once life, was justified with glee Ornery old man on verge of being free Naive as i was,i always had tried to flee Idiosyncratic quirks but now washed down the creek Keeking into the twisted mind i now see A caring mind reflected in with ween