Limpid eyes starting at the door, gave a yell!
Hey, do your often hear the trotter;
Of legs that pace towards you and lift you
With hands and you unload your loads?
Are you resting on a shoulder,
That can warm you up as the blanket ;
Of thoughts do?
Are you weirdly wandering your long;
Thick fingers on a chest wood,;
That can give you the aromatic apprentice
You were searching for?
…forlorn,downcast and despondent,
I curled up in a nook
Where my musters were the only companion
I could see shading over me…