Tricks played by a mind 
For a mind 
The intensity of a wait 
The nights remained nights 
There were letters written 
About a vulgar pulse 
And some tears 

The candles remained burning 
The clothes wet 
In hours dark countless 
And I 
What could I say 
You awake! 
I called out 
I vowed 
I shall not sleep 
Till my mornings come.