Trapped
When I gaze at
you
I seem as if in a trance
sublime and strange.
A legion of wild thoughts
my imagination's wandering wings
surround me - and I
seek among the shadows
that pass by,
ghosts of things there are,
some faint image of yours.
Ceaseless motion -
the world whirling about me
and I am
Trapped
in the cave
of the witch...
Poesy.