Beauty in the Grey
I was born without a shadow.
Deftly estranged,
The way moisture collects
In the soot sky.
Relief is temporary
But the stark song of the crow
Shows beauty in the grey.
I saw your reflection
In the concrete.
Cracks as deep
As ocean trenches,
Catacombs as intricate
As arteries.
I heard your voice
Within every pulse.
You are the mercury rain,
A monotone melody
On a tin roof.
I am the rust
Seeping through the pores.
You are the alchemist
Creating gold armor.
I am the rind
Enriching the earth.
You are the rose
Growing out of my casket.
Featured image: Cracked Concrete by Sherrie Thai on flickr.com. CC license.
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