Indelible.

Angular lines cut my vision
white walls aplenty
treading on wet gravel
upper lip stung by the icy air

there is a reason for me
scarf fluttering in the breeze
the unforgiving night blinding
a little tenderness

therefore and yet i have
solemn and solo and sobriquet
echoing footsteps lead the dream
its taken its time to pierce

its been too long now

Break the water; Mould the sky.

The harbour becomes the sea,
will the water leave me be;

i wonder.

If only now, and awhile,
i will see reflection in ripples;

and ponder.