Sunday, June 21, 2015

Grey Day

Grey Day

The trees are jealous, the arch
reaches far above their heads.
We gave our vows to each
other, under that stone giant.
Today we return to our sacred
space. The moon won’t beam.  

Our friends have come, to
see you, wearing their best.
Despite the cold, the long walk,
all made the journey.
They wanted to be near you,
to know if it was true.
They now know that it is,
they know the stars won’t glow.
We face the truth, it will not be dark,
yet there will be no light.
There will only remain different
shades of grey.

I have brought you to our
favorite spot once again.
The ruins are covered in
snow. The sun won’t shine.

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