Alone, In Search of You

I see the world in shades of gray, where has the color gone My faith erodes with each new day, a weakness growing strong I sense a feeling deep within, it spreads and reaches near And tighten my coat against the wind, a buttress to this fear I hear your voice, the inflection slight, its meaning still reveals And reach for you in the waning light, under cover that conceals No longer red, or blue, or white, prism distant and askew I call once more in the cold dark night, —alone, in search of you (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)