Grey Silence
I sat to a mighty stone,
Silent and alone
But not longing for company,
And thought for myself.
Hours may have gone,
(I don’t know)
Still,
Strange creatures I saw
who were there three:
One of them black
Just as the night,
And weeping,
Tears running down his cheek.
One of them,
Ghostly shining,
Laughing, not knowing why,
But full of light.
The last of them,
Grey like raining clouds,
Kept silent,
Just as me
He chose to see,
Not to be seen.
Chose to hear,
Not to be heard
In the midst of nowhere.
And while I watched
And wondered
The last one looked at me,
The eyes as grey.
Then feathers
As white as snow,
Dancing lightly,
Fell from the sky
And covered the earth,
Then disappeared.
And while I watched
And wondered
They turned grey,
Still falling,
Then no feathers at all
But fog.
Nobody there
But the last one and me.
And when I tried to see
I noticed
How familiar the last one was…
Much time has gone
And now I know:
I looked
Into a mirror,
In nothing but grey.
Now
I understand
The last one being me…
