The shades of grey light up the skies for me
Every afternoon when I look out at the bright
Sun. Am I really done? Or have I just begun?
A part me cries out aloud "Come all undone"...
Some part of me is allayed, some aggravated,
Wondering if this is what has been awaited.
Over time, under the bridges, holding the red
rose in my hands. It has been white daisies
Too at times. Summer sunsets hidden in your
Eyes. Winter dusks closed beyond mine.
What did we find? Grey shaded sunshine?
Coloured seasons pass me by in my mind
And I am overshadowed by the grey skies...