That grey sky is full of sleep/
A silver bell of sky that sheds so much of itself down/
Water at the windows wet within the wood/
Water white as ghosts growing into stone/
******* out the green from the green and the blue from blue/
Silent as the view of the slate like sea/
Sinking in the basins of my slipping eyes
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 5:16 PM UTC
That grey sky is full of sleep/
A silver bell of sky that sheds so much of itself down/
Water at the windows wet within the wood/
Water white as ghosts growing into stone/
******* out the green from the green and the blue from blue/
Silent as the view of the slate like sea/
Sinking in the basins of my slipping eyes
