Sometimes I wait for evening
And the blindnesses it brings,
For greens to grey
And blues to grow so deep
The sky could drown me.
I watch behind a window
Hours fall like drapery
To veil what might have been,
The fond desaturation
Of abandoned outcomes
Melting vaguely
Melancholy until uniform
And beautiful
Like blue eyes paling white.
Sometimes the ink
Draws perfectly
A portrait of monotony
That into which I seep
Amid the lightless values
All the errors
I can’t look beyond.

#Melbourne #Australia

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