Part XII

This shade of gray, this certain sadness,
this cold morning light and this silent madness.
It hangs in the air, it hangs like a memory,
it hangs like a cloud, it hangs on desperately.

Between dark and light,
between was and be,
between young and old,
between you and me.

Between you and me!

I remember cities and I remember rain,
like the sound of your voice falling
these memories and more remain.

I remember winter and I remember strain,
like the sound of your voice breaking
these memories and more remain.

I remember the nights and I remember pain,
like the sound of your voice alone
these memories and more remain.

So where do we begin
and what else can we say,
when the lines are all drawn
what should we do today?

Close our eyes awhile as morning shadows play
and listen to the rain wash the long night away.
Face to face we will awake to see another day and
with hope in our hearts embrace this shade of gray.

This pleasant shade of gray!