Last eve we wandered
Eye to eye
Me and milky marbled sky
Grey as slate
And white as light
We watched the day
Become the night
And thought as one
The sky
And I

We strolled along
In perfect pace
As he kept time with mine
We talked our talk
And shared the day
And everything was white
And grey

I asked
If he would see me home
And he agreed amenably
We watched the evening’s
Parting throes
In grey and white
Tranquility




Sara Mathews     December 2105