Souls of Grey

Spirits glow,
Tracing the lines of a dead Heaven
Waiting and watching
For the clouds to swell
And kiss the very seams that
Keep our worlds from tearing apart and twisting
into a hurricane of false "I love you's" and
hollow promises.
The very same promises that bound you
to the silver docks of loneliness
where you sat, hands tied behind your back
As seagulls and swans
dashed and danced in the
grey wind.
I remember finding you here,
Naked legs, watery eyes, and quivering lips
Whispering the names of past and future lovers,
telling a tale as sharp as the bible
but as short as the four letter word.
And when I kissed your forehead
I too saw the juxtaposition of ocean and hell
and then realized that
Fire is not so different from water.
At least here, they are only seperated by carbon;
The breath that slips out of
the inner workings of who you are and
finds its way into the world and here
we have the ocean line, the sunset, rain clouds, and wind.

Our souls are too excited to
make the journey now.
Their faint glow will disturb the secure
blankness of the cosmic universe.
So I will wait with you,
hands tied behind my back,
the name of lovers on the tip of my tongue
longing to fly and soar
like the valliant swans and seagulls...
Yes, I will wait with you,
and breathe out the carbon for
the grey skies and sea lines
Until our spirits stop glowing
and are snuffed out like candles by
God's graceful ivory breath.