The Light has gone, the Air’s gone black, the sails have sagged, the ropes gone slack.
We sit becalmed on a stagnant sea, no hope for you and none for me,
A net of depression fell from the sky and murdered the day in a blink of an eye.
Whereas, I would rather be,…. Trapped in Beauty, Caged with Charm, Arrested by the Scent of the Flower-Balm,..Imprisoned with loveliness, Caught in a Tree, Bound by the Joy of the Bird-Melody…
or,..put another way,
….as the Magician said to the Sorcerer, ” …I’m just popping out for a spell.”