I don't know quite what's happening  and my eyes don't see too clear;  all I know is I need you here,  if only to shield me from the mood of the world  and hold me and say it doesn't matter....  but I'm like a child whose dreams are shattered,  Crowding round me: images of broken thought,  lines of my life now overgrown.  All I can feel is I'm so alone,  without even your bright eyes to reach into my mind  and say that in my life I've done right,  and I'm like a moonchild in the sunlight.  So cast your thoughts upon me, wherever you are,  that I may feel you close beside me  and hold your hand, for you to guide me  through all these catacombs which freeze me  with their touch;  unknowing, knowing so much, my mind cries out  and I'm like a child when the light's   out  With a child's fear of the dark....