I have found you, at last
in the grey of yesterday's morning,
you call from me three thousand miles
away, and in the depression off ranges
known too well.
so don't gloat, nor shall you bask
in foggy orange and red.
Because you remember,
yes you remember the simple,
desires of which most cherish.
And we, we knew the softest
tones that light does offer.
But others contend, the quality
of spectrum so familiar does not
possess the black, the black we knew.
