Spinning grays, moving shades
The same
Nothing knowable in the haze
No one with a name, yet wades
Toward me a shock of color that
Was always there
For those who see
That fire brings with it pain, light, care
Had opened me, offers a hand of rest
To joy! Through the fields of sorrows?
Or back to restless gray?
Wrest me from here!
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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