night fog is my friend
in her grey coat of rain
I'm in her and she's in me
It's then that I feel no pain
Just two gray girls
to us the rain feels fine
actually preferring dark wet
to the bright sunshine
Fog to the benighted
is dull, ugly and plain
colors all washed out
to grayscale by the rain
Even the synonyms
Get us grey girls wrong
so harsh and judgmental
misunderstood is our song
Gray they say is soul-less
passionless, dull and pale
insipid, wan, lifeless
used up, worn and stale
I say they're short-sighted
the ones without the soul
the boring and the limited
half ones who're never whole
They're not lacking vision
They just refuse to see
They've blinded themselves
so they only view in 2D
They're soldiers not thinkers
tippling the Kool-Aid
being only what they're told
gullible and well-played
I feel sorry for the poor
dimmed and sightless eye
that leaves without living
never even able to cry
Come to the dark blue side
it's gloaming out right now
we'll meander the dark'ning path
I'll be glad to show you how
For the nicest dreamings
look past the color scale
go beyond the Kodachrome
to the many shades of pale
They're not obvious but
commoner than you think
like fairies, you only miss them
if you turn away or blink
gloom isn't a bad word
as many folks attest
it speaks of quiet settling
ours minds down to rest
But before we go to sleep
let's take a little peep
if lovely is what you're after
night is where to seek
beauty in deep woods
silver, purple pearl night
silhouettes of fiddler fern
skeletal in dark light
A shadow box of figures
like bones in an x-ray
a negative in fogged shroud
the evening creatures at play
a living zoetrope outside
What larks, Pip, have we
nature's own kaleidoscope
no admission, it's all free
Quick don't miss this
shadow and light trance
the flora and fauna waltz
in their after-hours dance
And the only way to view
is to sit with fog of night
I promise you'll never see
such a magical play of light
Strip down all day colors
past reds, verde and blues
to muted opaque tones
misty-moon and twilight hues
listen to our windchimes
as on the breeze they twing
a private little evensong
hear the faraway bowls sing
this is the language of the dark
the symphony of bell and chime
the distant wail of night trains
lovely woodland lullaby time
So are you ready to leave
the chromatic world behind?
Just for a short while to
find that foggy state of mind?
Then tell your charcoal story
use words, ink and pen
if you don't like it no worry
you can start all over again
The shadows will still be there
when the colors have gone away
because deep dusk and gloaming
is always here with us to stay.
Hallelujah, let's be dreamers.
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