Elend

The Plain Masks Of Daylight
The night shade
A dark colonnade

The cypress, then the shore...
I sought comfort in the foam.
The wind heals the pain.
A pale November rises.
You know how in days gone by
Even night sought shelter
Under the plain masks of daylight.

Bitterness the wait:
We are the fruit of rainy hours.

As Ulysses looking seaward,
We mocked our innermost abodes.
We sailed on older seas
And reached the bounds of deepest water.

A wreckage in the rain
A wreckage in the rain
But the wind heals the pain.