Evaporation

I’m dreaming your face
In the silvery dawn:
An opaline image of white.

Evanescently faint,
Like a hand-painted saint,
Piously pale in the light.

I worshipfully wait for
The sharpening lines
To clarify features of you.

But planes in your face are
Are dissolving in space,
And another dull day starts anew.
1982