The candle’s flame dances in the gust of wind
Enduring every chilling pain
As panic wreaks a slight confusion
And the light turns to dark;
Deaf ears fall upon a struggling man
As maddening shouts and bellows are heard.
Heard upon the crystal boughs of forests old
Heard upon the wintry wrecks of snow
Where no sounds of furious thunder strike its blow
No one seeing the sun that sets
Not one caring as the waves recede
Scarring ocean farther from the beaten shore

Secrets hidden in the sifting sand
As no tune be played to calm the nerves of man.
A dawn held so small in hand
Awaiting the light so brief again.