©2018 by Eleanor Jackson. Proudly created with Wix.com

Morning Grey

July 18, 2018

When the morning is like milk and the muggy grey creeps through the window,

your face is the smoothest its ever been.

Without the contours of the sun I see you as you are in my minds eye,

perfectly plain for manipulation.

In this blue morning glow I can make you suit my needs,

the reality of life has shifted black, white to grey.

I cannot question the peacefulness of your perfection

yet an anxious beat starts to wonder and I cannot swat the white noise that stands between us.

In this morning grey I know that love is still alone.

 

Please reload

Recent Posts

March 12, 2019

July 18, 2018

July 18, 2018

July 18, 2018

Please reload

Archive
Please reload

Follow Me
  • Twitter - Black Circle
  • Instagram - Black Circle