Rites of Yours

I woke and dreamed of you,
Gleaned the truth
From what I knew,
Smelling sweat, a knowing sense
The taste calling
A better hue.

Still, I travelled far too far
Into a sunset,
Out of a dawn,
One by one the people left me
Drunk on gin,
Bruised unborn.

Black as night;
Rich and dark.
Just show me
These rites of yours.

The motion faded,
The haze rose up;
Faith in sorrow
A numb refrain.

You were looking all night for me:
I’m not that person,
Not even sane.