Because Sometimes Life is Gray

Fog crept in with the twilight—

Enveloped my world.

Fingers of mist surreptitiously curled

Around every thought

Every step

Every dream.

The gray stitched together with

Ashes. Yet gleams

Of gossamer lining

Leak from the seams.

So I cling to the promise of silver-edged clouds

And pray for the rupture of this pain-filled shroud.

I used to flee

When the gray encroached—

Stumbled into ravines

As the fog approached.

No longer.

I kneel and wait.

The clouds always dissipate.

The moon breaks through,

Its soothing light

Trails over me

And pearls the night.