A night is lost in tangled rumpled sheets
Each hand is struck by every curve it meets
And eyes are lost to beauty in found in flaws
It seems the fear is lost to open jaws.
We make our way down paths which are worn low
This maze we walk at paces marked and slow.
My love the labyrinth is ours to map
Within its walls our love we must entrap.
And build a shelter from a world we fear
Of grey wood worn and sea glass beaten clear