The writhing mess of churned up life
Is killing me bit by bit...

Once I had a notion
A thought, a glance of life...

When the world outside my window
Is dark, uninviting and cold...

Out from the sheltered doorway
I took a step down our garden path...

Starting at the first mark
That figure, the letter written...

Alone again, to the peace of the world
Entwined in a dance of souls...

Those chords of life struck their beat
Narrating the chaos of defeat...

Beauty hidden across the space
Intense sensations...

Begin
From a mere glance...

Into the bright open plain
He comes out...

This tangled web of emotions wrought
Have tied me up and I am caught...

Curled up silver
Tangled chain...