An unyielding fog
Descends for foolish hearts
For the kind warmth
Of a lonely flicker
Marooned by tender years

The haze trails
Through labyrinths of distress
Weighing down young hopes
Beneath a brooding mist of longing

Shadowy figures thrive
Swallowing droves
Of glossy-eyed dreamers

Faithful rovers
Are woven into romance
Doomed to hunger
Time after time

All is deemed lost
Until turmoil shatters
Into strewn, dwindling matter
Waning hopelessly
In the bright, scornful sun

All seems lost
Until proud thought skewers
The high and vast
Canopies of grey

So foolish hearts
May breathe again
To bask freely
In the cold and stirring wisp