Whispers of the Past

Last night I dreamt of him again.

A man holding a red umbrella, with skin as pale as ivory, tall and lanky, with permed brunette hair, and eyes as chestnut as almonds but sometimes as red as the lunar eclipse.

He always seems as if he's longing for something, for someone...

I feel I saw a man like him once, long ago, when I was small...

But it's so hard to remember now...