greige skies that spill unto the ground
I missed thee
solemn silence  filling my notions
an unrequited love.
originality, I never recognized your precious glow.
But here in this light now I know,
Now I know.

She loved to watch you dance high and low upon the trees.
Dripping with possibility-- your pure yet peculiar honey.

Like a parched flower floating at sea,
He cringed yet indulged me.
I have not one hope,  one goal but each two or three.
unrealistic, nonsensical, surely naïve.

Still I go forth with pen in hand. head in heart.
pushing and clawing through
This impossibly intolerable, simple world,
all designed by you.