A Sour Wind

....And a sour wind came
and I was lost in its vapour
and it clouded and dulled my eyes
till all I could see was
a drunken mosaic of your face

...And in the mosaic
were rainbowed memories
which fitted together
like our hands
once did


....And as the now monotonous wind
droned
I longed, like a drunk, for the tap touch of your fingers
and as I longed,
I cried
for the unsaddened days of our togetherness

....And encrusted in my sadness, like hot sand in innocent flesh
were old fashioned memories

of imagination gone mad

and lights out

when in our dusky secrecy
we rode phantastic horses
and played unreal pianos...

Come play with me again.