Sometimes, during a leisurely night
Or a busy moment's fleeting flight
A dying pain in its agony
Briefly burns ever so bright
And seduces the heart with its pale flame
Down the thorny memory lane
At the end of which its body lies
Whose weakened pulse refuses to die
But time's haze has filled the lane
Whose length has numbed the dying flame --
The heart immediately retreats
Towards the gentle morning sun,
The fleeting moment's ending run
Until the next reverie,
When the night and day again conspire
To lead the heart back to the fire.