The night is a furnace
Ever festering with anguish
The unyielding misery
Behind every bead dispatched

Sweltering
I am doomed to recall
Of cooler days squandered
So thoughtlessly and swift

Many turn
A flame with the same dismay
Yearning to retreat
Into the caring winds of yore

Blissfully
Vacant
Merciful emptiness
The bountiful waves
Of kind rejuvenation

Yet the night rages on
In spite of our grief
For reveries do little
To stave off
Our present despair