THE RESORT

Night is the inception of its dominion in a black mist.

Entwine my soul with a stalwart force against my resistance.

I am falling into the deep dark gorge, 

Escort by that vile thing a stimulant.

I am the captive of a squalid deep, jammed in frailty.

But your fairness always set me free.

Time killing my vigilence, quick and cruel.

Haul me to the sile where silence and loneliness forever cry.

Cry for accomplice and weep for comrade.

Eyes are there yet my voice fade away unheard.

But there is one who heard without seeing.

Then your loveliness always rescue me.

I'm staggering, gliding, rolling, breaking.

It's true I am a gossamer in the blizzard of life,

And walking through many a rugged precipice.

But you seize my bleary arms such weary arms

And give me shelter with your allure.