Ranting at the stars one night
I fell in to a hole
I should have looked where I was going
I might have saved my soul

I lay and listen to the birds
on a morning soft and grey
as addled memories chase
my half thought dreams away

I turn to you and kiss your eyes
and brush your sleepy hair
you murmur soft, lips apart
our limbs begin to stir

You pull me to your gentle warmth
drowsy eyes start to close
your arms become my hearth
our love is my repose

There's a place inside I need to be
But I can't
There's a piece of me I need to see
But I can't
I've been trying hard to find a path
but night just seems so close
so I turn around and walk away
tomorrow might bring hope
And when I wake the day is bright
I start to look again
but everywhere I turn is dark
the mirror looks opaque
Can grey be far behind?