Yellows and Grays

always eluded........


The mystery that has eluded me
a lifetime of guessing.
For the life of me I cannot see
the underneath soul of a man
eluding me so, always and most likely forever.

I see myself an old woman
silver strands in my hair.
This man long since gone
and I with withered hand
wiping yet another tear from old eyes.

Thinking back on life
to a little girl that once was I
looking up to a person
I did not fully understand
and the messages always seemed astray.

Thus is that where it ends?
A life time of wondering
till the final sunset falls
upon my life and I take one last breath
looking to Heaven with a question on my lips of….

what if? what if?

That little girl still drifts in and out.
Once in awhile you may see her.
Catching that innocent gaze
and tiny smile, once in awhile a tear hidden.
Still lover of dolls though a grown woman
and amazed with the mystery
of where it all went so wrong.

Despite it all tucked somewhere
there is a phrase that dances on the wind.
No matter the pain or the tears
or hurt hearts along that life
a soft whisper of I love you.

Still seeing the times when there was yellow mixed within the gray.

~Michelle~

Reviews

[Amy T.]

cet poème est vraiment beau :)

[Deborah Shepard]

beautiful, imagery is wounderful

[Lloyd]

Excellent poem, loved the imagery, great work.