In another lost city

Broken like an unlocked drawer 

Graffiti of time scribbled rain dries

The skies from blank faces dwindling away, 

From, from where or who was there to say

What constituted colors of a day

Taken out of vernacular context

Space is stretched,  sketches redrawn 

Inside an aching night, dawn

Was a plaything,  unwitting 

In another lost city.