Closed to the lights
Of familiar remedy.
Cruel cycle passing.
The invisible weeper casts blue
Inviting the streets to a dance.
Detached eyes contain reflection.
Surrender among the alleyways.
Past the weeper and her clouds
Beyond the roads of dying days.
Diverging fates deny incline.
Succumbing will of wait engage.
One score plus ten and four
Five and Five ‘till doubles squared.
Horizons sing on days decline.
When mort d'été passes prime.