Mere forms and shadows in the mist.
I tremble from the cold,
Reach out your hand to me,
It fits mine like a mold.
Do you wonder what will be?
I don’t; I have a mind
Preoccupied with the thoughts before
And mistakes for it to find.
But with you I find it quite at peace,
A world within a world.
A time to pass away my thoughts,
A way to grow old.
So stay dear friend; it’s like you know
An antidote to my woes.
Sweet medicines to heal my damned regrets
And raise me from my lows.