poetry’s private world
is a scroll to be unfurled

the mystery within
the sacred and the sin

words and sounds are shared
experience is dared

my words in your one mind
united we try to find

our way through madness maze
may you too find better days

midnight soon rolls round
at times I’m lost, at times I’m found

now soft the gentle rain
London to Oxford on the train

                     Gandalf! Gandalf!
                       the glad refrain