I look at him
with those blue green eyes
nestling in a sea of brown
splashed with grey
The lonely colour
Not cool black
like a young Elvis
or pure white
like when a canvas
suffers from a lack of imagination
He looks back
with wisdom
Age
Grey matter
lost a little
in the fog of dreams
I surrender my eyes
to the darkness
and he is gone
momentarily
Till new thoughts
come with the light
and realisation
That we see ourselves
as others do
© Ash Cheyne – 2017
WordPress Daily Word Prompt – Gray
