You stroke my hair
Whilst I smooth the flesh
                  That without muscle hangs

Outside the clouds
Turn into a landscape
Obscured by haze
                                     In that moment
I forget the fading time allotted to us
And the reality
Of both our consequences

i say there's no god
i say there's no salvation
i say there's no perfection
but looking at you makes all of my convictions
disappear

The sky was filled
With the most
Beautiful shades of gray

We don't often
Think of gray
As being beautiful

There is a depth
To this color
And much nuance

There are many
Shades of gray
There is gray

With a pink tinge
Gray like charcoal
And icy gray

Dusty-rose is but
Rose with gray
What gray is should be

Black and white, after all

Some people laugh,
but they’re hurting inside.
They say, “I’m fine,”
with tears they hide.
So always be gentle,
you never quite know,
who’s faking the light
while feeling the low.

The sun and moon, so far yet near,
They meet but once, then disappear.
If fate allows their paths to cross,
Let us meet once, despite the loss.

Wave after wave, a playful gale flurries,
To the outstretched palm of Mother Nature,
Each tamed to a steady caress,
As she tends, lovingly nurtures,
Her arboretums underwater,
Where blooms and seaweed sway, unbothered.

An albatross aloft, above,
Not biting on wind’s game of riddles,
Indifferent to which way comes gust,
Unfazed, steadfast, like sky-held buoy.

Then blows my way, at last,
Someone to toy - I’m not as rigid,
And flutters my lips to swear out dust.
I fall for it so easily. Oh boy.