I had a dream last night.
Shrouded in fog and smoke, you were
Sat upon such a high shelf, like a muse left forgotten.
Corrugated and gelidly blue, like ice on the North Sea.
I cannot even see your face.
I cannot remember, I could not bare to remember
Such a sad story, and such a sad bond, once aglow with familiarity, now left to grow dim.
Palled over in fog and smoke, you evanesce.