well written piece
No more under the glare
Of an unrelenting island sun,
Where stark absolutes kept me
A blind stumbler among lotus eaters.
Where an implacable brightness subtracted mystery and possibility
From the air, and left me gasping.
I turn to this City
Perpetually at dawn,
My grey eyes and her grey skies
In a cloud of grey moths,
Landing on my frame,
Every inch aflutter with dusty grey wings.
My feet lightening
Midstride on her grey sidewalks,
Passing her grey towers.
Each sole strike a playful lovers nudge:
Are you awake?
Her sweet humming melody
Constant behind the noisy clamor,
Constant behind this loud show of the shades of life.
I embrace you
My soft grey shadow,
My beloved companion,
And breath deeply.
Content at last.