When the light leaves...

Is it shining now?

Yes, there is light. Over there, on the wall.

What I see, I believe.

Right.

It is setting, a beautiful blaze.

For sure.

She, an entrancing picture, on the pier.

Gazing ahead. Dreaming no dreams.

---- and I fall awake again, who....

Grotesque figures dance in the shadows.

Fright gives way to new names in the hovel.

We can't scrub it away. It won't leave.

Heavy steps in long coats.

It seems always so dark, always.

When the light leaves again, my eye falls.

A strange rain, and buildings shift.

Some rise from the ground, like plastic toffee towers.

Who am I today?

I can't recall where I used to walk.

I know there's soft sand somewhere.

My feet has its own memory.

I give in.