Man, oh man, of gray stillness, where,
oh where, in the stillness of gray did
silence gently sweep you, life still softly
speaks your name, your sweet image
remains with neutral contrasts of gray.
Where oh where did life briefly place you,
hence come hither again, and slip your
sweet charm into a piece of my soul just
one last time, the stillness still does hold
you with tones of gray, that'd be my heart.
Life fashion me amidst the sweetness
as the breath of dawn quietly drifted
from you, but whisk me away with the
eminence that sang o'er your essence,
the sweet charm that contrasted you.
For life can never bring you back with
earthly tones, and you sit there so still
with a quite pose as the stillness lurks
so openly over you with tones of black
and white, precariously in grays and the
Tones of grief will never cry for me again.
softening this hardness within, and feeble
this woe the fingers of my heart too long
caressed, as I reach into the light of dawn
that life once filled you with all its fullness.
'Neath the lighting's, the shadowy gleams,
reach far into the pockets of my dote that
sweetly rein my heart with your image, oh,
but can it ever come to the depths of my
earthly heart, for tints of black still roam.
So I shall run over their billowy stillness,
O'er the lighting's of your image in hues
of soft and light, for such is an image that
is lured in tones of nuetral lightings, sweetly
capturing your fine manly image, and light
Are the tones, so deathly still to my eyes
alone, to ever hold as the winds softly
careens my soul upon the hills of my heart,
and appendage the image, the sweet image
of the man, once so filled with life and light,
Forever captured into that stillness of gray,
forever glyph-ed upon the walls of my heart
with tones of gray, for I shall ever hold the
sweet image of man once so dear, one so
sweetly hued with soft tones of gray stillness.
© Rena Scribe 2009