After sunset in came from heavens door,
Indeed, the finest mist you could ask for
From the

O dainty daffodil,
Amongst the gray leaves
Of forgotten gloom,
Turn your bright golden face
To

Read me, like a word on a blank white page
Both black and white.
If there is any gray, only you

How long it may be till the earth swallows
This body and its harbored mind,
I know not, but the

A cup of Darjeeling is fine fare,
To sweeten, just add a dash of love,
A drop of pure cream and a

You came into the world a darkling bay
Whose dam was fleet as a misty deep dusk,
And who knew that