Grey Oceans

In heaven worm souls flutter
They flutter by with rosaries
Dangling from their necks

German shepherds guide by nightfall
Little kinder
Little kinder dressed in starlight

Inside I feel like
Like I'm crying besides a tree
I'm watching myself like an old T.V.
I'm watching myself like an old movie on color T.V.

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