Cursing the Blessed Thief

 

Grey and colorless we call you clouds

Dullness must be your mission

And your color is so loud

It robs me of my visions

Of brilliant hues

And of blues and skies,

Of warms and golds and soft puffs of white.

 

Thief of greens and yellows

You’ve stolen away the golden orb

That infuses my mind

Of intoxicating rushes of energy

That draws me outward.

 

You hide from me enlivening light,

Blanking Heaven—dulling all that’s in my sight.

Thief of the universe,

You even yank the gems

That sparkle in blackened skies of night.

 

Depressing greyness, I curse you.

Lift the pall from off my world and fall,

Fall away—return my visions

So my heart again is gay.

 

Give me just one glimpse—

A peek of blue—a hint

Of just one golden ray of sun

Like a gun that shoots me alive!

I’m on my knees—I pray—I pray!

Give me back my visions

So once again I can thrive.

I die. I die.

 

Yet now I see

I’m still alive

Though you’ve buried

All my visions.

 

 

BBP215