Dec 3, 2013

some shades of grey

You painted my world in shades of black and white
I feel like a stranded wooden trunk in a storm
Dark grey spots tearing the sky down to sea foam
Death is an old lithography drawn from carbon ashes
Memories of beautiful lives that clung to my heart
I hear your high laughs and see your sparkling blue eyes
But your small soft hand slips away behind a thin skin
I strive to break free but I am trapped in an elastic bubble
On the wrong side of the multiverse where it is silent