A Sundrenched Crooked Mile

T’was the wanderer’s wandrin’ eyes

That struck mine eyes to see

In waves of slumber and quiet skies

They caught me in a ruptured spree



Surprised was I to meet his gaze

Aloft a steed with flying mane

Loneliness no more a maze

Love had entered my lonely plane

Sure t’was the latest craze




Will the white knight stay awhile?

Or shall his feet take flight?

Within a sun drenched crooked smile

Or heed the call of night?



Will autumn be my time to dance?

Or will the spring bring hope perchance?

It is ironic this winter tame

Awaits the signal of love’s last game

Bathing in constant flowing streams

To tweak this maiden’s dreams



T’was the wanderer dark that day

Who took my love and heart away

He held it in his hands so proud

The herald angels sang aloud

For love? did come on a greenback snail

And left a silvery trail



Though it came to naught but stark

The maiden learned this much

Never trust a stranger dark

To fill your dreams and such

To him aloft upon a steed

A crutch his only need

The scent, the scent the glorious scent

Wouldst better on a lout be spent

Into the inky night he went

To camp in anothers tent.