Grey

Grey is the ashen facet of the street

Grey is the rim where the sky and city meet

Grey are the thunderclouds rolling in from the south

Grey is the smoke as it billows from your mouth

Brown is the dirt when the asphalt breaks away

Brown is the haze when night overtakes the day

Brown is the rich, fertile bosom of the land

Brown was the last straw that slipped through your hand

Black is the vast open wander of the sky

Black are the whirring, whizzing shadows passing by

Black are the tendrils that have tangled up your mind

Black is the mark of the sorrow left behind

Purple is the sunrise waking from beyond the glade

Purple wakes a new sense that the grey forbade

Purple are the wildflowers budding in the grass

Purple feelings congregate like a great morass

Blue are the ripples shifting in the streams

Blue were the people that were passing through your dreams

Blue was the soft static signal on the phone

Blue is the coldness of knowing you’re alone

Green is the canopy looming overhead

Green is the musky air, fragrant and widespread

Green is the misty veil of the spring’s sojourn

Green grows the promise that you won’t return

Yellow is the heat of your bare feet in the sand

Yellow is the fear it won’t turn out like you planned

Yellow sun’s violent light and moon’s somber glow

Yellow is the silence on the radio

Orange is the wonder of a world you’ve never seen

Orange like a vision of a place you’ve never been

Orange like the sweet nectar dripping down your cheek

Orange of the other world of which others speak

Red was the passion that had overcome your heart

Red pluses slower now that you’re far apart

Red was the rage that lead your far astray

Red was the dying fire that drove you here today

White are your knuckles when those thoughts sneak up to you

White like the empty tales, none of which were true

White is the slate that your journey left you with

White like the home you had, the veneer that was, the myth

Grey the smell of gasoline that drove another thousand miles

Grey the muddled thoughts you have, masked by simple smiles

Grey are the crossroads betwixt heart and home

Grey the bleed between the need to take root and to roam