A Gray-Stone Shade
When sweet collapse whispered, uncurled its tongue
down the corridor to kiss me gently in the crook
of my arm with her sucked breath, I gasped;
I drew back and smiled at her silver tongued
shadow. She breathed a sigh as she pressed by.
I was clouded sky and colored a pale goodbye.
She was far too smooth to want an old lame fox
with one eye. My laughter rattled around and
wept down the hall, a boisterous and luminous
call that echoed off the far wall. I closed my eye
and slept as her pale shade came limping my way.
My ashen laughter was retracing another day.
1. The kiss of a collapse bringing a halt , a pause that makes one gasp in distress . Yet its a kiss that desitny has reserved . 2. One needs to breathe and breed in its passage . Just as the good times do not stay , the pain goes away too. The clouded skies have more than a silver lining behind them . The pain that taught us , has to move on and we the mortals can only bid a pale goodbye .. 3. With pain came laughter too , with lessons come teachings too . The separation from pain makes the laughter rattle and cry sometimes as we have found the path through its core . 4. The love gets to us , it finds its way back to us just to bless and kiss our forhead to give life to the ashen smiles that live to see another day .... Ron you are a master