Living the daylights of the city
In this endless bog of solitude
When the smarting malevolence of a raging sun
Brings me to the end of my tether.
I see nameless demons - those devils
That range fair and square, far and afar;
Those mirages brought forth by the heat
Of a noonday sun smarting with rage at the
Cold shouldering of last year!
And then I see those fields that shine
With the light of a thousand stars,
And seek for what I had lost in the past.
In memoriam do I seek for these images.
There are scenes from the past, and those that plague
Me from recent times; and they are sightless and
Nowhere to behold as I become transfixed.
And then I seek a change, a yearning for the charming
Escapades and visions of a nocturnal wonderland.
