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