Walking alone in the breeze, on the beach but where is she?
the one who made me sit at night,
for hours together aah blissful sight:
what is bliss but her mere
presence causes absence of fear!
of the world no one was dear
the path to life was really clear
early morn or deep in the night
not one tear or cause of fright
bling! oh there, she is in dreams;
in sweet meadows and flowing streams,
dust and heat with powercut nights
caused me to be in pitiful plight
walking alone, smiling wide and bright
even with honking and sights causing much blight
crazy am I to be in such bliss
temporary insanity I so nearly missed
what is it but a refuge for the sane
whose decisions for the world may seem insane
for the warm hand which took me out of my quicksand 
