Musings of the Bloten Mind

You are fair maid

A remedy

To me and aide

Pure gaiety.

What else i need

If you are near.

To none i'd heed

And none 'll fear.

And that should be

What's in my mind

Yet so stark, see

I lag behind.

Invoke no breathe

Nor spirit brave,

Can't do great feat

It is so grave.

So all i dream

A wishful day,

Afloat a stream

And think of May.