A Drifter's Regret

Shattered mirrors reflect deserts of serenity  
Laid to waste by the temper of misfortune  

Pity responds to the call of whimpering tragedy  
As it attempts to crack the riddle of a fading era  
 
A nomad's reprieve of November's sun  
Is trapped within this fractured pursuit  
Thorns embrace his blooming Autumn  
 
Beware of the evening's lurking grimace  
A sincere glance masks its somber intent  
 
An ode from a silent, hollow voice is sung  
Heard around the world of a distant fool  
Melodies creep within a slumbering mind
Empty words chanted to an absent public  
Stray serenades wander about desolation  
 
Never in a million years did I suspect  
To be the subject of nature's neglect  
Could even my awaken soul suspect  
To be chastised as a drifter's regret?