Winter Nights:

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