The fresh bright face

Of morning is hidden by a shroud.

The activity of day,

Subdued by a cloud of impenetrable mist -

All seems hesitant to move

For fear the encroacher

Wold be disturbed

And damply disapprove.

Shadows walk on silent

Feet - birds sound a muffled

Song. Traffic, stealthily treads

The street - lampposts reach long

Bright fingers to the sky

And try to pierce the gloom.

The mist takes all in it's

Dark embrace - silent - enters

The room where I lie wakeful,

Casts a chill around my heart -

Forces on my mind the unwelcome

Day - once more makes me a part

Of the dreary world, puts me to

The task of living - when life

Has no meaning - wearily I ask -

"O love - love - where are you?

Why have you gone?" - - -

(Let me lie here a little longer - - -