21 December
Red is not the color of love. Not white either Or the absence of light Insight? Or a lack of-- Silence Between the notes Spaces To be filled The in-betweens Blues mixed with greens But, wait. I know now. Love's color is Gray, The intermingling of Dark and light Not night but just before The sun hides Not day but just before She rises Days of No fanfare No tossed bouquets None of those The moments just before Rain falls And birds burst into song Love's color is gray The color of quiet The color of stillness Gray Where you and I Still stand Face to face Hands held A necessary space In between No longer needing to be filled Grays No right or wrongs Only I know You are mine And I yours Gray as in once more Into the fray. For another 12 or so Years more.