Voices
I still remember that touch
Out from beneath those skies
That keen while clutching grey
To breasts cast out of slate

Those drops of rain descending
Absolving us of faith
Of crimes of buried fervor
And conviction drowned in slumber

I still can hear the rain
That falls from skies of grey
Its voice I once forgot
Now rages loud once more

Echoes
The walls, uneven
Of a house built on echoes
Now come crashing down

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Fields of Stone
Rain like tears upon a face made of stone
Water cut by lines of dead masoned grey
Rivers of prophesy to echo the dread
Of an angel unmoving in a field of stone

Unchanged Things
Go on, she told me,
Sentiment unbecomes you -
Some things die unchanged

Feathered Cloaks
Flesh unfurled like
A feathered cloak in the wind
Husked like ears of corn

Passage
I write these words down
But to repay that passage
Suffered in her place

Disassociation
Places in between
This disassociation
Wreaks euphoria

Promises
Promise me, he said
That you will not take your leave
Without waking me

Grey Rain
Listen - the darkness
Whispers secrets to you in
A voice of grey rain