Clinging to the clouds...

Dawn lingers…

And brings a thin sheet

Of cold rain –

Streaming down the panes,

Washing away the grime.

Droplets cling to my hair;

I cling to memories –

Of faraway, and grey clouds.

The little patch of brown

Blushes a shade darker,

The grains come closer

In loving embrace;

I cling to memories –

Of dissolving, and grey dawn.