Softly singing to the clouds
The misty morning hush
The day is black and grey
I never get enough
No colors in my world
No song within my soul
The rains have come forever
Flooding every pore
It’s a sloggy sort of sunshine missing
Weather in my heart
It’s a boggy sort of colorless
Art that couldn’t start
It’s a painting and a picture
Of a life that’s drab and frayed
Black and grey
I sit here in contemplation
Of the colors that had been
Of light and white and gleaming shine
Of lavenders and sin
I’ll reach again I know it
The moment and the poise
Where melodies resolve from
The ruckus and the noise
A brightening and glow
A tightening and a flow
Of creation and relation
It will all come back again
Until forever ends I’ll settle in
Under the blanket in the gloom
Light a little lamp in the corner of my room
And read a Russian author and nap right through
The dimness and the thinness that presents itself today
Black and grey
Old photographs and losses
Hope turns its face away
Neither one of us can look at me
That’s quite okay
Let loose the mooring from the dock and float
Out upon the foggy misty waters
There’s mysteries and secrets in the early morning haze
Could last for days
Or just a moment
The world reduced to black and grey
And I’ll travel through the hidden
Corridors and ways
In black and greys
Gentle truths and comfort ruthless
Written here and gone away
