Some contorted shape br lost in checkered br light and dark I stay. br br In bright spaces br of the shadow, br lit by a waning moon, br stoned eyes stare br at dark moods br that flit through the room. br br Seeking images br that memory raises br to confuse br the reality in a song br that was hummed ever br but words br set to its tune never br br Today too they tease br those words, which br I never could recall br when they meant more br than now br when they come to call br br Its raining br and the sky has turned br a shade of romance. br In room's dim corner, br on a bedspread br of warm embrace br I lie in a trance. br br The moon br traversed its course br in an ancient, br medieval pathway. br It sought and hid br its visage away. br br Some contorted shape br lost in checkered br light and dark, play.