I raised my gaze to greet the early morning sky
It was shrouded in a cloak dappled in varying shades of gray
I could taste it, feel it’s presence hanging over me
I understood the interplay of black and white which hung over my world
The light, diffused in the many shades, but light nonetheless
Without the light finding its way through
There would be no gray, only darkness
That became my meditation and solace
As I rode along the black ribbon bordered in crimson
I remembered the rich light in which I had bathed
I ached for the bright light of you
And I felt the dark move to cover me in its blackness
The grey though, came to my aid, reminding me that light was still present
That the sun will indeed shine again
So with effort, casting off darkness’ pull
Focused on the light which had overcome
I feel the tare in me from missing you
My body, my soul rebels against your absence
And the nothing seeks to pull me into its lair
But I shall lift my head and seek the light
And the light is you
And just as another dawn will break bright and fair
So will time and circumstance bring me again into that fair land
Ruled and lit by the brightness shining in your eyes
The laughter flowing from your heart, and the sweetness of your soul
The distance is a terrible thing
But I am not without hope
I sit in this quiet place with you, if only in my heart
And your presence holds the hope of a coming sunrise.
Good morning Sunshine!
Capturing the feeling of grey sky’s, the feeling of love. The different extremes we feel from the sky associated with life and love. Beautiful
That’s beautiful, Fim.
Gray is the place of balance. On either side, are just two sides of the same coin, where extreme lives. In the gray you experience the kiss of each.
Your words were a kiss. Thank you.
A new perspective I had not considered. Beautifully written.
Hey my friend. Hope its all sunshine there. 🙂
Morning sunshine. Its just the weather. It changes as it wills. 🙂
<3
Do you know this lady?
https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/7938500/
Shes the dragonfly lady a scientist
How did you find her? I liked the little firefly video. In Ohio we called them lightning bugs.
It may have been during the blog class. I always follow dragonflies
Exquisite! We don’t have quite that kind of show, but it’s been amazing here. We’re waiting for them to come out still, this year.
It’s the most difficult thing in the world to be caught up in black and white thinking… As dreary as the gray appears, better to dwell there, in the land of possibility, than to try and navigate the dangerous precipice of either/or thinking. Gray — that becomes the only safe meditation. One must keep to the path of gray, of both. To do otherwise makes one’s heart sick. Keep looking up, allowing yourself to be shrouded in the gray. Hope your day is good, my friend, my brother.
What a beautiful poem. Such depth of feeling. Such longing, with hope peeking around the corner.
“My body, my soul rebels against your absence.” Your ability to find just the right words and put them together in such a way as to keep us hanging on every line. Such talent and heart.