Grey

Grey

the hall is swept
in sweet summer sweat
the masqueraders are drenched
lost in their court dance
in trance
then harboured each at their feet
this love is too young to be killed

lingering footsteps
in settling dust
below nameless winds
that stir dry leaves of the eyes
sleepy with wake
and deep in thought
the silence of woods without a man
this could be the end
allow no strange query
but no more sure than just grey
memories

the cage is opened
for songbirds who sing trust
and vultures alike

ageing youths in bloom
whoring in their noon
free reigning
together greying
being under will
this love is just too old to thrill

the colour in the cheeks of time
are fading away
the silence of the woods without a man
is poised from having its say
a caged bird would still sing
but, will it fly back to the king?
strange query do echo in the now empty hall
eyes may turn grey in the last remaining light
memories having harboured in the dust
anxious winds wait to be redirected
for love to be reclaimed.

(13th of August 2008)