Way past midnight, deep in despair

Waiting for dawn to turn the landscape slowly gray,

Yesterday whirled my dreams like leaves in the air,

Now comes the brutal light of another day...

Pitiless, cruel, chilly and aloof

This turbulent dawn confronts me.

Do I want to live through it

or do I return to that familiar lamplight

And like the past  years

take out those books and pretend to read the pages that I know?

Can this life ever be more than wind whirling the dust?

Has my fate whirled on too swift, too pitiless?

Can no magic restore ever again the confident promise of those earlier years?

Must my world go down in tears?

The towers of my spirit crumbled...

Or can I try to shape a dream more consistent with reality?

Need I breed frustration from the very air?

Perhaps I'll trust

these flashes of dreams - capture them and make

Old lights to flicker on new wings that fly;

So when my confused, defeated spirit begins to brood

Alone with its own destiny face to face

It finds in that grim midnight solitude

Some ashes still smouldering...

Can they be fanned into a fire?

Why should I be the inheritor of an unfulfilled desire??

~Neera~