Night maunders thick,
Blotched with dim-lit stars that yet bother to strain.
Barking, howling dogs; crickets chirping in distance,
Dreary streets lit only by sullen lights
Of not the moonless sky.
Heaths lay bleared;
Some anchor is this night – its very air awry.
A grim reminder of a once successful transaction,
Now beyond expiration
(26th’s marked on the calendar; oh now I see, now I see).
With vile breath,
I taint the air murmuring your name.
A name so divine – chunk of lead on my tongue –
Gulped by the leering air around –
Left behind are trails of scathed susurrus now.
Glistening tears simmer,
Underneath sheaths of these wretched eyes
That once worked like that of a basilisk,
Snuffed out vapid are now, like that of a man blind;
Lonely I’d lie again tonight.