From The Edge of Grey - A Poem

From the edge of grey does a beautiful

Thought come winging by, a seed of love,

With thought so pure, and intent so sweet,

Were it possible that out of the grey mess

Of malevolence and dark intent might

Spring a sprite so sweet

With gossamer

Wings that

Through

And

Through

Might be

Seen in the

Evening light?

Adriana, her would I call;

A gentle sprite that does waft over the Earth come from the edge of grey!

'Adriana, Adriana, my love and my heart, wherefore dost thou

Torture me with your sweet smiles and sweet songs

That strum the strings of my heart till I 

Vibrate with a frenzy that makes me sick?'

Sure will we surf the winds

Of change you and me,

And fly above the

Clouds of indifference

And venom of jealousy

And the desire to harm others.

Thus over the kingdoms that fight one another,

Over petty matters, like he proposed to her,

Or that she preferred to marry the one,

Or even that he and she belonged to different religions

Or that he was a gravitation while they were vegetarian!

Wherefore would that matter when I have you

And you have me?

Surely, we won't bother about what the world says,

Just let's make our own world

And let others wrangle about petty differences!

Thus over the kingdoms of night and day will we fly

Over temples and schools with clanging bells

While the thief flees the pursuing whistles,

A doctor to deliver a loud infant seeks

Amidst the cacophony of screaming hawkers

And angry cars, sure will we create a separate

World jealous though we may seem,

To lie in nature's lap and sip of the

Nectar till into deep sleep we fall in each other's arms!