And yet…
Above the boughs
Perched on rocky cliff
Perturbed sea
Sullen clouds
Mountains from sea through sky
Even in the greys
Which days accumulate
A stroll along the sandy edge
A hike among the mossy boughs
Beauty subtly seductive
Invigorates my spirit
Even under leaden sky
There is some magic yet
When lone gull wings
On rippling breeze
Grace in its poise
Careless of thought
Satisfied in arc
And swoop of flight
Which lifts me too
From baleful earth
Between the greys
Of clouds and sea
I’m not sure
What needs to change
What needs to heal
What I need to fix
I find peace, calm
In a space undistracted
By the flash of colour
Or the dominance of black or white
It is the grey world of the mundane
Which confounds my seeking
Where everything which casts a shadow
Seems lighter than the darkness
No, the words are there
They are always there
But I cannot hear them
Cannot see them
And so the world seems grey
Sounds like white noise
The guileless hum
Of a refrigerator
Exquisite beauty
But I prefer the mystery
I realize
The beauty that is the world
The perfection that it is to live
Even without clarity
Certainty or conviction
Places where
I always find
The colour
I’ve been missing
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