Too long I have feared love.
The one I held close spoke of such...

It's a catalytic repose
Of innocence and Dixie toes...

I testify to gratitude,
an angry song so destitute...

I find myself amongst the black and white.
My life is played upon sixty-four squares...

Living in your presence,
It's not hard to do...

Love, a mere castaway on my open shore,
Came only for a moment, and with time did drift...

As life serves each days course,
Some weep for joy and some for remorse...

The lover is never too far from freedom,
Unshackled rendezvous' to destinations of pure...

Vermillion Day,
Digression, passion...

Suddenly I have lost you
Your disposition shifting like the hands of time...

Dramatic versatilities pound upon my existence.
Shady particles remain; parts of me that lie in...

And I was the unbound traveler.
Daily I moved about never remaining still...