the blue grey turmoil:

stubborn, painful, violent, crashing waves.

but when the winds cease there remains a beautiful calm,

a certain sparkle filled with a lifetime of hurt and whispers.

small specks splashed across his face,

a warm galaxy of littered stars betrothed on his pale pink skin.

shadows looming just under the surface, hiding behind his sweet dimples and rich smile;

the familiarity of somebody you might have known a hundred years ago, and only come across seldom in your lifetime,

with the demeanor of someone you know could never exchange the same amount of care your soul pours into him with his own tainted essence. 

-s.c