

Dreaming in November rainI must have been dreaming. Thats the only explanation I can think of. To see him standing there, blankly staring into me; it cant have been real. But it was clear, so clear in front of me; his silvery hair that seemed bioluminescent under the streetlamps, his blue suede trench coat that he wore even in the warmer months, and his steely blue eyes that looked straight through me, as if he was looking at something far off in the distance. Forever young, and permanently beautiful; that was his curse. There is no way on Gods earth that I could forget that face. It must be the jaw line that does it; either that or his skin, clearDreaming in November rain
Izar Blick