Four walls, Empty, vacant echoes. Dull sound of the oven Cooking its solitary meal. Emptiness and disharmony Are but step-sisters, One out-doing the other, And following the other. Just across the walls, The wind blows cold, Enters my room, Rustles across the bed, Brushes across my skin And numbs my heart. Throughout the night it haunts me- The fantastic vision of the phantom Across the window-pane. He comes and goes; An echo from the past. Like an old friend, I see him sprawled across the glass. He makes frantic gestures Before he finally dies. It is common knowledge That all must go Passing from life to evermore. Hardened minds, Dull, aching disharmony; Cantankerous rhapsody Of long-lost tunes. Years have passed, Dreams have faded, As life became jaded. Do I still live? I do not know