DREAMS OF A RUINED CITY

“There is no city that does not dream” 

Anne Michaels

Without you, my life is a dark excavation

In a lost world, each day a blind groping

Through subterranean passages,

Searching through shards of a vanished past.

On the street, people pass me

Faces mute as hieroglyphics,

Hearts sealed as tombs.

Memories of you

Are the dusty dreams of a ruined city.