Grey into black in the unseen horizon
Reflections a mere echo through piercing, small rays.
Dull roar hypnotizing a trancelike induction
Words without meaning flow numbingly true.
Lost in the specter of waking and sleeping
My impotent heart finds no solace without but
within is a tempest of sullen refraction
Redemption a cry from parched earth and my love.
Desperate for spirit and warmth effervescent
Mist of morning envelopes my view.
David S. Wisener 