Prelude:
Sky clenched in anticipation
Of lights first gentle brush strokes
Misty palette of the rain artist
Entombed by clouds
Awaiting resurrection
by the stolen jewels
Of the sun.
Where red shadows slumber:
Warm beast caves
Hold the night,
A disease of cold stars
Awaiting the futility of dawn.
Look to the east
Where blood reflected horror
Stalks the newday
With crimson sacrilege
Orange field on canvas:
Held in time,
A moment frozen.
Amber memories
To be taken out
And held up to the light
Restored
Cats eye yellow fever:
We sit
atrocity's mute witness
Conceived
In darkness
Wrapped in shadow
Fever born.
Waiting...
Green grass of tunnel:
I remember the smell
Of the lazygrass
In summer rain
As we lay
Listening
to the song
Of the bees
Blueshift:
My heart
Responds
As you draw near
And slows
While you're
Away....
I measure
Your distance
In heartbeats.
Mood indigo:
Deeper than blue
The sound of jazz
Drifts by
Like smoke
On autumn breeze
Taking the music
To otherworlds.
Violet motion:
I see the stars
in violet motion
Lost
in love
with the night
Adrift in
silent reverie
An all consuming
light.
A white rainbow:
The light imprisoned
in your eyes
held my soul
forever
In your sight
I am a
white rainbow
reflecting
all of you.
YOU ARE READING
In this, the grey silence.
Poetrypoems about the grey places that we sometimes inhabit and the beings we meet there. We transfer our memories to the cold grey silence. A place of storage, a world where dreams are created and nightmares lurk. Let us explore before the fading starts.
