Love never came to my door.
Zephyr away the pain from my face.
How does it feel to be unloved?
To lay ruffled, joylessly.
The schemes I sought are strained,
but don't let me cry.

I know there's a rumor about my dreams,
which grows like a tumor,
spread by a friend I mistook
I need a bath of light
to answer the door,
maybe with luck
lick up to the brimming year.