In dismal darkened streets he stands and sighs,
Then walks past closed-up shops and closed-down bars.
Where dirty sulph'rous lights smear earth and sky,
The dingy glow obscures the midnight stars.
He longs for sleep and yearns for warmer days.
He needs to feel again last summer's sun;
To leave these streets where once he used to play,
To live in dreams where she and he are one.
In sleep she sweetly grants his one desire,
And makes the sun shine on the coldest night;
Brings life and love, until his heart's a fire,
Within her smould'ring eyes, and burning bright.
Though winter may be dark and dreams untrue,
His nights are light as day, and summer too.