Mystery

Neither black

Nor white describes you.

Mystery a shroud

That billows all about you.

Hands of ice stretching

Fingers apart.

Hot blood

Pumping my

Furious heart.

The waving water

Crashes

walls of mist.

Spattering thoughts

With a metallic

Fist.

Of the clouds guiding my

Paper ship

Across

An ancient

Prairie.

Count nine colors of

green treetops

Watching aqua water

As it circle

pops

The sputtering

Tick tock query

of Crows

Caught

In a

shopping cart.

Warmth I can remember

Sleeps through the violet

Tender

Glory that strangles

Scarlet roses on the vine.

And Music playing

creeps

Betwixt heavy branches

silver

with moonlit

Memories

that are

Forever mine.

And I can’t wake up

I can’t concentrate

All the world forcing me to

Participate

In the

Today

that I don’t appreciate

Quite fully.

But this is Grey...

Reflecting the rainbow

Within

Me.

Rejecting the light

Dying

Less than

Slowly,

And all the peace

Was painted

Glowing regret

From the

Tip

Of my last

Cigarette.