Solo.
In the pit of the night tho\' cold
is curtained I lie
rigidly covered with yearning
to hold you, vain hope
deciding to un-sleep and keep
me wide-eyed \'til
morning has for a certain broken.
When laid low by
solo desire I find myself clinging
close to your pillow
fondling the feel of that presence
its hollow still holds.
At last slow winning of pale over
grey dawn\'s first rosy
finger bids me away so I haste to
my now lightening
window to watch for high tide as
this time it may be
the one that is bringing you safe
home to me again.