I wander through my melancholy room
Shadows wane as I deep exclaim
Identities worn, scattered abused and torn
Messages sent with fervent tragic lament
Answers none, she is gone
Explored hours in inebriated bowers
Dramatic scenes, desert events, the women came and went
Mind returns when drugs relent
Half is gone, either squandered or spent
Now I watch the colors
As they glimmer and shudder
Vibrating tense juddering and alive
Men frantic with hands control
An illusion of power
Over the infinite breeze
Couples prance old and young
Hands clasped in unison
Shelter, shelter from the cold
The infinite perplexing and looming doom
I possessed it once, more I believe
Yet still I search for my quintessential reverie