Haunting for Love

All bright summers of former tomorrow,
All melodic winters of past sorrow—
Here I stand… have I found my band?
Or is it all just part of the neverending sand?

Still, love infernal keeps me on — here I stand.
Raindrops keep falling, but the ground is not wet.
I smile like the biggest fool
As I drive into the whitest sunset.

Passing by old names,
Running down old …