Blues and Grey
As I was wrapped up in the blues one gently fading Summers day
I watched the coming twilight’s clouds as they crept slowly up the bay,
And from shade tinted ocean whispers, while remembering many things
I zipped up my guitar as seagulls stitched the air with snow white wings,
Then I strolled into a dream of such spectacular design
That it spoke to me of shadows through a crystal glass of wine,
And as I walked into an evening of remembrance tinted grey
There was much for me to think about, yet not too much to say.
Such dreams can cast you to the winds, and take you far away
To many books you havn’t read, or some place you cant stay,
Life holds so many burnished stories and so many twisting lanes
That it can tell you countless things that still never explains
Why blues men play and poets write of love and life and woe
Yet each and every one of them seldom knows the way to go,
For some corners hold shadows and yet others hold the sun
And some lead down to darkness, and yet some are heaven spun.
And yet I can speak with certainty for I have found my way
To stanzas of uplifting joy, from nothingness at play,
For poetry winds around my heart and whispers to my soul
With such hush soft serenity that once more I feel whole,
While prayers can bring you many things, so also can the blues
It can bring you down or stand you up as you put on your shoes,
Then dance your way through living dreams that sing of so much pain
And yet when the music finishes, it drifts back once again…
Copyright © Keith Robson | Year Posted 2015
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