In the Valley
Gray is the tone of my day, white slowly darken
Gray is my cloud that hangs in the sky
Gray matter is located in the brain to the left of center
twist and turns to make sense of the random
not your average silly slip and slide
not your average amusement park
admission is free but the ticket can be very expensive.
It is the tone that fills this day of mine black and white meet half way.
A duel at sunrise to see who wins…
It feels not cold or hot… it is
Void of feeling
Void of action
Void or reaction
Void of thought
This is not the warm gray flannel that you wrap yourself up in
to keep you warm and safe
This is the gray smog that pilfers each breath
To steal and even try to conceal…
that you were ever here to begin with…
red, blue, green make white light
yellow, blue, red makes black.
