Never a complete zero
Neither the (chosen) one,
Nary a dream being an hero
Nor, with skills a ton.
No illusions of grandeur epical
Been a half-way decimal !
Never sought the bright light
Nor the anonymity of dark night
While on the roads straight
Curious with fringes I strayed !
Between the black and white
Have stood, enamoured by twilight!
Gone are those flames of fall,
In this icy morning pall,
Barren trees stick eerie,
The heavy mist rolls in quietly
Street opaque, ahead unseen,
Returning to comfort, I lean!
Deep inside, rises a stirring,
The chill, cold, but refreshing,
Glades sparkles of moist dew,
Birds tweet from their perilous pew,
of faith of day anew.
of faith of day anew.
Piercing the ashen pale, a ray
Or is it hope thataway ?
The grey now holds me
In a gentle embrace, light
Casting path a new sight.
As the long gone dead
Gratefully, once said,
Getting to, at ease, I embrace
Not just a touch, but swathe of grays !
