Grey mist of forgotten heavens
Grey stars of far away journeys
Grey like dusk
- on a cold winter morning
Sparkling glims of lost worlds
Sparkling treasures of a silent heart
Sparkling like flames
- on a cold winter morning
Grey, yet shining
Grey, yet kindling
Grey stars of wilderness
in the middle of a wolf’s face
Your eyes, they saw me
Your eyes, they left me
Now my grey eyes
are watching yours
-Hoping you’ll find me
once more
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