Afflicted by the sickness of spirit
Falling desperately in love
This one is for the memories
To feed the pondering that flows above

In and out of passages
Shadows dark as night
Forever they are resting
Beside straight edged flows of light

And as solumn as it sounds
What is here foretold
May well turn out to be right
As the story unfolds

Solitude.. rain storm.. then silence
Brewing up a thought of lust
Convinced by the illest form of wisdom
Now, quite surely, in love