Greys

Walking in puddles
I look to the clouds
for a sign of redemption
reaching into the cold abyss
that is my December morning
waiting to hear the angels
with the cold breath of yesterday
singing of the night

slowly i face the stars
hidden by the grey
imagine the heat
wash into the world
surrounding me with hope
an end to my longing
alone and wary
i wait for the sun
to fight free
to reach to me
across this void

but i fear i will wait
forever...