Calm confusion clouds our frozen woes.
The bitterness consumes like a falling star,
Frenzied by the fire, the calm rights all wrongs.
An apology offered seconds too late,
Broken and discarded to await in decay.
Your patronage I alone can appriciate,
As the thunder longs for the beloved rain.
Never before and never again,
Will there be time to spare.
Before the fire they were tried,
Behind those eyes lives second sight.
