The night shade

A dark colonnade



The cypress, then the shore...

I sought comfort in the foam

The wind heals the pain

A pale november rises

You know how the days gone by

Even night sought shelter

Under the plain masks of daylight



Bitterness we wait...

We ate the fruits of rainy hours



As ulysses looking seaward

We mocked our innermost abodes

We sailed on older seas

And reached the bounds of deepest water



A wreckage in the rain



But the wind heals the pain