sweeping shades of grey

I wish to escape the maker of this day
I wish to escape from ever present corpuscles
Escape these sweeping shades of grey
It was only november
When my heart brought up these tears  
To dry out and fly
Up out and into
Become part of the sky
 
It was just too soon for November
 
And so the quiet left me with miserable sobs
And so the wind brought down more of those who had not yet learnt to fly
And in such a way my eyes would still see you
If you didn’t go and die