Grey night today
Overwhelmed by sadness
not quite its own,
a sadness larger than solitude,
a lingering spell of songs
from an era whose fragrance was long betrayed by
Salt and Blood.
An era that comes alive through faded texts
as moisture gathers on the window ledge
misting time, and slowing space.
An era living through ochre dreams
Now vanquished, slowly erased-
Parched-throat dreams, clawing in vain
for but a slice of yellow through all that rain.