John Lentini

Grey Gray Grae

 

Thine blended commonest of common

Describeth . . . drab, bland, boring, depressing

Seeth not I

      seeth not eye

            seeth I thine splendor of splendors

                  artistic magnificence

                        architectural genius

 

Thine she, nature, without brush so createth

      unique she createth for me and mine

            grey seas

                  gray clouds

                        grae mist

            grey upon gray

                  layer by layer

                        ’tis not common

                              is genius

 

      thanks be to thee for thine artistry

She comes on seagulls wings

      with gifts of bounty and grey

Divideth the day from the night

      the light from the dark

Transition be the greatest of all masterpieces

      thine gray blends one to one

            easing thine transitional shore

                  lapping at thine confines

                        weareth it down

                              blendeth all

                                    to grey

 

      color me gray

      in ultimate delight

      for is each day . . .

            bright

                  shadow

                        grae

                              night

                                    thine hand doth blendeth all