The night your ferry departed without me
the harbour of an odd graffiti town
relaxed smoking its misty cigar.
I listened to the rain
drizzling behind the scenes of my life...
Breathless, deprived of vibration
my flute lay stiff in its pearl-y coffin and
raindrops sang a lullaby to her sleeping beauty,
double -tonguing my brain...
That lonesome night
time blasted into myriads of fractures,
complete this jigsaw puzzle...
.... while harbour was still smoking its misty cigar
in my memory...