Enamored with this thick collective wheeze,
We tumble woozy on our simple joys,
There are few cleaner pleasures to resist,
That void the strengths of men with such remorse.

The weave of linen sheets,
Reflects like dragon scales,
A network stretching out complete,
With rows of angular crescents in the small.

Light a fire,
And see the embers stoked to flame,
Orange tongues - a multitude of crackling sayings,
Hope and warmth for another night,
To turn the cold away,
In the morn' I'll clear the ashes,
And see you there as clear as day,
Thank you for Hope,
And days of yearning witness in the fray,
Of life and turning hands,
As minutes pass and hours slow.