The dark unchaperoned sky,

You agitate me with your blues ;

I walk under you with a sigh,

But why'd you leave me with clues ;

Nights elapsed and you were gone,

Leaving me in doldrums, I ache ;

Where could I go to be reborn,

Evocative of your dreams, I'd never wake ;

O' how magnificent and gutsy are you,

Bringing in me all the efficacious thoughts ;

Yet, as a repined fret you blew,

I'd never fled without your haunts.