Dim...

This blue pain is benumbing,
The one I often recall to wipe grief.
I have stiched those days into
That gray coat I put on at dusk.
Night falls on my skin
Bringing flakes of a sad lost dream
So I surrender one more time
To that orange nostalgia
Tracing it in the Sun by my window,
Till you come to me
With your boat towards the promised horizon.