Until The Day Comes

 
Here amid the remnants  
of some fools failed final stand
amongst the debris of regret  
shattered, scattered, flattened  
half buried in the sand
between the columns of decay  
where ageing winds dare not forget
beneath the shadow of redemption  
as the sun has all but set
Leave a candle burning  
a beacon in the coming darkness  
a heart to guide cold hands
until the night at last starts turning  
and sunlight breaks this barren, bleak waist-land