Shade of Grey

like the hands of a clock, I watch the light change angle, as it moves trajectory crossing the face of the room, literally it’s as if the sun is keeping time for me, saving me the energy of actually looking and when the light goes, with a turn I became the silence after the storm watching flies circling to their doom, flypaper is buzzing with a will to live Until, cool fingers of twilight moved across my legs up my torso and to caress my face, in each kissed breath I am invigorated to life I stand tall … darkness my friend brought life again for in the shade there is always hiding, a light of hope I watch in the silence of Grey inhaling threads of ether