Hope
Somewhere between Black and White, I found Grey, and we held hands underwater and watched the world grow old.
Light seemed to make love, raw and unfettered, climaxing and congealing in to pools of mindless shadows,chaotic mixes of shades of gray.
Day and Night kissed and made up after millions of years chasing each other around the world.
God blinked and I was rising, up, and out, drinking the bright blue sky.
Light seemed to make love, raw and unfettered, climaxing and congealing in to pools of mindless shadows,chaotic mixes of shades of gray.
Day and Night kissed and made up after millions of years chasing each other around the world.
God blinked and I was rising, up, and out, drinking the bright blue sky.