White noise like white light
it's the sound I hear
when I dream at night
You greet me on angel wings
when we fly into sacred white
a sacred white that holds no sound
encompassed by holy ground
We decide which way to fly
as Stars, and Planets float on by

Black words and White words,
Then there's Grey.
Grey words, because sometimes
Black words are too
Harsh,
Too crushing,
While White words
Can be too
Sharp,
Too cutting,
Too real.

I've always tried to stay clean,
Tried to whisper in
Words of white.
But it's like you're so used to being
Cast in a cloud of Black,
You can't see my white words,
They've been tarnished to
Grey... Black
And even all my tears
Can't wash them,
Or you,
Clean.

Beacon in the sky
  Shining bright in
      The darkness of night.
          A guiding light to me home.
           Never fade. Navigational aid in
            Centuries past. Beautiful light
              Forever last

Sort of like a phantom limb
I can feel her
Even though I know she's gone

Sort of like the summer wind

Sort of like an old best friend
I haven't seen
In way too long

She's sort of like a phantom limb
The pain of loss
I deal with again and again

The pain of loss
Knowing I can never win