A stranger lives within me,
I know him not.
If only I could be,
That which I ought
To be, according to another,
And no, that's not the case
For it was my Mother.

A frosty morning
Flowered bud all closed
Opening with the Sun

There is a strange feeling
that comes over me.
A feeling or connection to
the person I'm with.
I don't understand what
is at work at that moment.
I only know the feeling
is good when you are near.

Off we did go
into the gloom,
the night was still,
as if in a tomb.
An eerie feeling
came over me,
when a noise heard
up ahead,
should I wait
or just flee?