Grey

grey skies, leafless trees all around me

brick apartments create valleys out of the streets

at the place where the two roads meet

wondering down the sidewalk lost and happy

needles rise through the clouds and watch over us all

reaching so high i'm conviced the stars will fall

this frgid gray atmosphere permeates the very soul of me

and yet joys is all around me a literary romantic

desperation leaps between oxygen molecules into

my lungs reaching into the very bottom of all that is me

this grey world with grey clouds and the grey reflection

of the streets on the red buildings. it is not a grey

of neutral or nothing it is something to look past

see inside it and all that it does like a black and white

photograph in a museum that which illustrates this day

like a children's coloring book with a single crayon

creates the most romantic image of a busy city

that one can find.