This structure so abstract and complicated,
catching me fast within it's web of apparent,
Confusion, teasing my ignorance of
That condescending smirk of a smile,
with a lovely girl upon your arm
looking like a daughter.
Silence at last, beneath foggy clouds of white,
Sweet silence flowing like the fingers of mist,
Somehow melodic with a haunting twist,
a refrain in silver Moonlight.