Perchance

Fortune lingers, smiles abound,
Awkward tones of lust are found
Where memories last into night
And feeble resonance takes flight.

Silver colours, window panes
Still denoting snow-slushed stains.
Covered thoughts of yesterday
Still cling on; they need to stay.

Overhead, the sky belongs
To some ancient hopeful songs.
Dead of night come if you will,
Soothe my frenzied heart and still.