Grey and Blue

Outside is bright like
ice crystals falling through a river of sparkling sunlight
The brisk wind tears at my clothes
trying to access my heart which is
oh so tightly bound, deep in my chest.
So deep like
in a cave those slippery silent rivers of dark water
sliding inconspicuously through walls of ancient stone.           My heart is old and soft like those
                                                                                                                         crying cavernous depths
                            My mind is lost in the black night
                            not a scary night, no... A close night.
        I think
that if you open your eyes
Like on the rainy days when the sun slowly
pokes out for a teary glance at the wind-blown world

If you opened your eyes             all the lonely black rock would go away
   like fog on a steamy Sunday morning
                  And my eyes would be grey again
your eyes are like the lakes so blue
So deep blue
They call me beautiful.