• alisdaire_ocaoimph 5w

    The morning turns

    Oh how where bright
    Morning sky's
    Filled upon the yellows
    Pigments orange, red
    Flood, exchange and hold
    The meaning to such
    A depth
    That nothing matters.
    But strange the expression
    That floods the background
    And hums upon a grayscale
    That envelopes whole
    The shadows that haunt us.
    It's those dusky gray days
    That although depressing
    Hold more the truth
    The reality of life
    And where the being said wow
    To the colours of dawn
    The soul says wow
    To the honesty of a muggy, gray day.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph