Gray Skies and Greyhounds

I know what I should do
One foot in front of another
Firm in my stance
Laying down my life for the other
Like a cheerful giver:
All these things I know,
But I live under the cloud
That follows me as I go;

I miss warmth and blue skies.

“It comes in waves, ” she warned.
I already knew how it moves
Like ocean breakers, or tolling bells,
The silence in between which soothes
Vanquished in the next crest and peal
My heart echoes like a conch shell
Held in secret to a curious ear
But I don’t want to show and tell

I just want to sit undisturbed in the sand
And feel the only warmth of earth on my skin.