Love sails on the nothingship
Crewed by ghosts
The voidsirens tempt it
Onto the rocks of time.
There are no lifeboats.
YOU ARE READING
In this, the grey silence.
Poetrypoems about the grey places that we sometimes inhabit and the beings we meet there. We transfer our memories to the cold grey silence. A place of storage, a world where dreams are created and nightmares lurk. Let us explore before the fading starts.
