When shadowed musings enter me
Unbid, with ill intent
I pause and wonder what they see
In me that can be bent
And to those parts I turn my gaze
And build upon their bricks
So that the sickly shadow-rays
Can never fit betwixt
When shadowed musings enter me
Unbid, with ill intent
I pause and wonder what they see
In me that can be bent
And to those parts I turn my gaze
And build upon their bricks
So that the sickly shadow-rays
Can never fit betwixt
A Poem A Day 