John Lentini

Grey

 

Winter’s grey surrounds me

Grey be head to toe

With such grey all around

Why can she not see it abounds?

 

This be the nature of all there is

      the human quest confounds

We cannot know thine black and white

      light cycles always to dark

      but grey shall always live on

To live without the yes or no

To be with what is at hand

One must be at the center

      in the grey

      to be able to flow to dark or light

 

Blinded by the sun and moon

      she wants me all

            or she wants me not

 

Heed the song of the grey clouds

      that you love

Come with me tonight

 

Grey