In an single moment
this defeat.
the acid rain
pours in victory.
No more sky of blue
or crimson
of autumn leaves.
Only bleak and
sorrowful greys.
Your warmth is missing.
I seek it in every
desolate silent room.
in every cold
crowded Street
you are missing
in the crowd.
All that is left  
for me is silent memories.
Only the somber rain falls.
For too long I have been
resonant with the
co!orful pastures
of Wheaties.
The white topped
mountain peaks
the freedom of
eagles over their nest.
The joy of flowers.
But now in an instant.
This defeat.
This endless rain.