It's never black or white, Up or down, night or day In the twilight of the plight, In the banal and malaise. I can wish for better sight In the mist, in the haze, But I'm left with waning might. See the dimming of my gaze?
But then, AWAY...
Lift the veil with burning blaze! Evaporate the mist As if the sun had come to play! Push the pastel and fluorescent Past the limits of distaste! I see the best of light's forays In the spectrum of your face, And through the tears of blinding beauty, You are the color in the gray!