Grey is my heart and grey is my mind,
grey is my view on days gone by.
A mist of vapid mystery.
Each moment is a grey droplet swirling around me
grey in color, grey in emotion, grey in impact
I age like a tree among them.
Lines and creases deepening into my animal form
Growths and hair sprouting
The pain and joy mixing in like scars.
I am a concoction, a chemical, a mist among mist.
All that I can grasp is grey, all I am is grey
the mist disperses me.
Yet just beyond my reach, in the next hour, in the next day
is the phantasm of all simple color and vibrancy
I am chasing it like childhood across the vapid land
And as the mist grows heavier
Like a tree I will stand.
And reach my fading arms towards
the sky beyond the clouds.
http://bit.ly/1JGYDfE <—scifi serial story.
http://bit.ly/1HcO7yX <—-Maybe another poem.