The girl in grey
Fleeting stares and instant smiles
is what I see across the miles
over Ecuators and vanishing lines
I see a girl with my mind's eye
the girl shrouded in grey.
With a glassy countenance
Seizing every single chance
I strive to cross the wide expanse
That divides us, as if entranced
to reach the girl with feelings unsaid.
And yet as colors I guess
Grey veils I cast off, with eagerness
(and fearing making but a mess)
Her colors, revealed in loveliness
the girl in grey, up to this day.
Her colors showing, her skin glowing
Her cheeks flushed, her grey waning
Her voice thick, thoughts wavering
A misty shroud, her eyes covering
the girl I think of, night and day.
I joke and tease, my mind appease
I speak my mind, no aims to please
In her words I muse, so ill at ease
And try her spirit to release
the girl changed colors, the month of May
And so it was that, late at night,
the girl unraveled, in heat and might
(and cast no shadows, merely light)
And what a sight! Heavens delight
the girl now shrouded in colors gay.