The world has grown,
once again,
gray,
dull on me
and even though
it's summertime
all warmth has
ceased
to be
Hear me out
I need to talk
but I have
no voice
left
no sound
no word
no heartfelt cry
my soul, of all this
bereft.
Look, tomorrows
sky is here
tomorrows
whiff of air
oh new day
may you bring
this sunrise
down
to my lair.
