Basalt

Black plumish grey.

What I long to make.

Tonight the few will win.

The forgetful will not be forgiven.

Straight painstakingly long night

What I hide from is hatred and smite.

Dark bruised by a process....

Or lightened by a chemical reaction.

Will I find my soulmate? 

And Greek villa?

Will I move away?

Or should I embrace the way things are?

And be grateful today.