Thoughts shrink
From behind a disheveled voice
A harrowing bark
Set aflame with anguish

The beacon thrives
Through callous winds
Through the roving bleakness
The brisk coil of dismay

The morrow shrinks
Behind clearest panes
The showcasing of promise
Of what should have been

Yet the lone voice
Drones with vigor
In spite of all worry
In defiance of fear