Winter bound tis I, upon this colden night
my bed borne but of no comfort
vast and wide like that of a ocean
with no person to help me sail in her so
no laughter or warmth of skin
to refresh my tired body
but that of the street light
glowing afar
the white walls playing
blackened figured shapes upon them so
as if caricatures of a olden time
no noise do be heard then that
of my beating heart loud and slow
awaiting to be awoken from its steel cage
a key a key oh to be found
but hasten bidding will do no favour
for alone time will tell
if the one shall come to free me
from this prison so as the nite draws in
and
the moon shines above
slowly I sink away
to the endless possibilities
of a less then ordinary life
without you
so