Grey Oceans

In heaven worm souls flutter

They flutter by with rosaries

Dangling from their necks

German shepherds guide by nightfall

Little kinder dressed in starlight

Inside I feel like I'm crying besides a tree

I'm watching myself like an old movie on color TV

I'm watching myself like an old movie on color TV

When people whisper in Portuguese

It's just as mysterious

And the stubble on his face

It hurt me when

When we fell onto each other's faces

Dawn retraces heart ached patterns across grey oceans

Windows brighten up the room

And one could cast a smooth worn lover's stone

Worn smooth from days of fertile deliberation

Dawn retraces heart ached patterns across grey oceans

Worn smooth from days of fertile deliberation