A Day That Starts Grey

A Day That Starts Grey long poem

Photo by Matteo Staltari

She had lived in her lonely illusions
Since she first came to know of life’s lies
When she first watched the sun set in silence
Beneath crowded vermilion skies,
Where the rain fell in multi clad colours
Just like rainbows afraid of the dawn
She had thought in the depths of her innocence
That a new story was being born.

As the day slipped away into evening
And the sun wrapped itself with the shade
There seemed so much of hypnotic beauty
Through the rosy red glasses she’d made,
The night crept with spirits that craved for the moon
Though it slept in the quilt of the night
There were questions and answers that wait patiently
For the very first call of dawn’s light.

She stepped out of her garment of shadows
And her eyes seemed to smile once again
As she searched in surprise through dawn’s wonderful skies
For the sun had climbed clear of the rain,
She was clouded in diamonds, adrift on green seas
And she sang of her hopes and her dreams
For a day that starts grey and then tip toes away
Is a page that’s not all that it seems…

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