Mood of the Man..
Today, this bright and warm morn',
I have felt the sense of low,
A type I'd not care to know,
I'm hoping by lunch. It'll go.
Who would for-see the ebbing,
Of a mood towards the sea,
Lonely a man could never be,
I'm missing having you here with me.
Some days are worse because,
I have known a deep kind of love,
When I'd look into your eyes above,
And for a while, feel I was loved.
And here I walk the earth,
Searching I guess, to forget this,
A sense of overwhelming halfness,
Without your hand, I long to caress.