Wane

Some say in fire

others in ice

oh how desire

sets apart

from worlds fallen

dreams

covering mine

Some days, I wonder

wandering when

all there's to see

along amnesia fields

with choruses singing

happily beaming

moments filled

solemnly seeking

more like me

When there's but a day

a better way

all to say

make haste

put back, in taste

what's lacking

of its fire

such that in dire

straits

oft told tales

spoken then

said again

much the same