They are Long Lost

Only this barrier, this window, 

Remains erected between you and me.
Can't touch you, but can see you,
Can feel you, your beginning.

That mixture of light coloured red yellow and black
On that horizon speak up,
Remind me of the mornings That are long lost!

This dawn, this wonderful sad colour of you,
Is fading away-
To welcome the heat, the pain, the sun.

This awful transition covers my mind
With the images of you, my Venice,
And whispers,
"They are long lost" ...