Alone, In Search of You
I see the world in shades of gray,
where has the color gone
My faith erodes with each new day,
a weakness growing strong
I sense a feeling deep within,
it spreads and reaches near
And tighten my coat against the wind,
a buttress to this fear
I hear your voice, its inflection slight,
the message still reveals
And reach for you in the waning light,
under cover that conceals
No longer blue, or green, or white,
prism distant and askew
Calling once more in the cold dark night
—alone, in search of you
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
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