Into the Grey

Your fears hang heavy on this autumn breeze

They rest upon the bending bough above

Your sigh is like a weary mountain’s crawl

To pitch as crumbling cliff into the grey

Your cares defy all offers of repair

For broken is a thought you dare not speak

You send yourself a message to retire

All trapped inside the moment crystal cold

To offer love to others never yours

Rejection out of fear to overwhelm

You reach to heal the souls who cry in pain

Though never take such gestures unto you

And so you sigh like Mistral’s sad and sure

Yet only dream of love so wild and pure.

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