My days have been
Distorted by a stroke of grey...
The color of office drawers, approaching storm, and old pavement... the berated shade of dailiness
Tinting my drawings through the dance of aquarelles across the shapes of rainbows
Tinting the poster of my life instead of false silver lining
Even from the rainbow
Grey is excluded
Even in the poster
Grey is undesired
Even in the flag
Grey is unwanted...
But to me
The colour is humble
The colour is welcome
The colour is soothing
The point of balance between my white office shirt and the black ring on my finger
And the hue bringing raindrops and a breath of fresh air
If grey is so bad as they say
What does it mean
When I splash it across this place
And still dream?