Days without you...
Misery, is such an eavesdropper
Completing the day, with prayer due
Complaining announced, with hunger's care

Stoic interchanges
Odd to beauty, the committing change
Of love into a season of strangers
Where oh where, has my little lamb been?

Calling bird an open world...
Words of defense, the wisdom of tides
Turned by insignificance, a lip early
By courage's reclamation, for wishes divine

Cold thoughts about a seemly limit
Made by lovers and friends
Was succor to verify a new spirit?
Of legends, of vanity and amends...

Was home the only place for love?
Same to each, and known for a conscience
Adding reason's; made by the causes of us
Corner's of reality, with but a moment for your presence?