The dust rose, once again.

The ashen shadow you traced,
Vaporised-
Into the folds of drunken darkness
And
The cloak fell upon you
One more time.

I edged my hand forth
To clasp you firm
And not let go.

The gale blew hard,
And I stumbled.
I caught the hem of your cloak,
But, slip away, it did.

I held open my fist,
To find the halo of night,
Sprinkled.

The dust rose, once again.

Mystic-
It blew all over
As night peaked its glory
Once again.