Pale Faces

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.