Rain, and distant fleeting sirens,
Hum on the windows 
Of this city night
With its flashes of sky
White with the receding storm.
My dreams have been vivid
These past weeks
Making consciousness perpetual
Not divided by the hours
Of light and dark. 
Light and dark
Are the shadows that trouble
That linger, that haunt
I am engulfed 
by the stream of memory
And desire
And loss.