She eludes like a whisper of dreams turned to dust, like a crooning refrain, that’s ne’er to be sung. Like the hymns of my elders long succumbed to time, in echoes and in silence, she’s heard, but not had. Like the sultry sea breeze blows salt in the eyes, she wafts past my days to a stuffy bed at night. Sleep, won’t you have me, be it for just this night? Rue the day I turned away from your guiding light. 3D Render 4500 x 4500 pixels