Saturday, April 11, 2009

Grey

Grey,
dedicated to everyone with grey eyes

Grey is the mist on the mountain’s peak
Grey is the fog, blanketing ocean’s sleep
Grey is the pale skin of dusk’s light
Grey is the world when comes the night

Grey is the wolf, noble even the least
Grey is the owl, the wisest of beats
Grey is the willow’s saddening leaves
Grey is the web the spider now weaves

Grey is the dust from which came man
Grey is his castles, walls, and dams
Grey is his iron of pen and sword
Grey is his shade, when he is no more

Grey is the light of the pale moon
Grey is the sky when dawn comes soon
Grey are your eyes, mysteries they keep
Sparkling with magic when others sleep

1 comment:

  1. ok, this stanza is pure genius...

    Grey is the dust from which came man
    Grey is his castles, walls, and dams
    Grey is his iron of pen and sword
    Grey is his shade, when he is no more

    ...and i am very jealous i was not the one to write it!!! curse you, my muses...!

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