Streams of solitary rays
Push past the loosely-bound blinds.
Floating down in wakes of haze,
Light loses what the dream finds.

Lost is that recollection
Of that which was once nearer.
Apart from his reflection,
She walks in aimless wander.

In pursuits of plastic gains,
She hates her own destiny.
As Suns raze, the ache remains
In this false reality.

The fire that burned in her
Was fueled by the passion's name.
The reproach of the dreamer,
Is the quenching of this flame.

The onslaught of the evening
Fades to black the life of site.
Tormented by her dreaming,
Her heart dies another night.