The Plain Masks of Daylight

The night shade

A dark colonnadeThe cypress, then the shore...

I sought comfort in the foam

The wind heals the pain

A pale november rises

You know how the days gone by

Even night sought shelter

Under the plain masks of daylightBitterness we wait...

We ate the fruits of rainy hoursAs ulysses looking seaward

We mocked our innermost abodes

We sailed on older seas

And reached the bounds of deepest waterA wreckage in the rainBut the wind heals the pain

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