Grey Today
Met Rosy Tomorrow
On the brink of extinction
The last light of a bitter sun
Sucked up
Absorbed by a jealous horizon
Behind veils of clouds
And skeins of crows
They wed not in secret
But without any fuss
Marshaled together by forces too large
For one man
Or even an army of men to object
The sheer will of practicality
Or vanity
Or longing
Was and always will be
A muffled cry
In layers of vacuum
An opposing breeze
Against the prow of the cosmos
No
Only time can tear dusk apart
Working dark and stealthy
Divorcing at dawn
Loveless rusty Grey Today
From silent patient Rosy Tomorrow
To usher in the autonomy of morning
On the crested yawn of the waking sun
