Since dust has settled in the discord here
And life has fallen into stalemate now,
With doubt--a prowling, crippling louse--and fear
Subsiding, let us call an end to vows.
As winter sheds the husk that summer bred
Of whispers, wilting warmth, and golden light,
I claim pathetic, hapless dreams misled,
Condemning foolish hopes to suffer blight.
Upon a field of blinding stars we blazed
Until the color dimmed to mute pastel;
O sweet rebellion--quelled before we raised
Defeated heads and bid a cold farewell.
        Against my will, I dwell on past regret
        And memories of summer's silhouette.