yeah, that day

It’s a day where inside I wait
For what none should tell
But for me I will sit

I’ll sit and stare and take in and out
The snow the air the musing about
And what to my wandering eyes should appear
But nothing
Again nothing
To spark my external drive to speak laugh love care
Know see
Anything

It’s the gray, they say, the oppressive gray
Blanketing us
Oh that 16 feet per 5 miles curse
Each wave desperately trying to reach my eye
To give me some sense of what’s more
They can’t reach, the bend has won

And my day will again by dressed in dark
Blessed for none
And here to stay