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