Across The Grays And Blues Poem by Alven L. Robinson

He looked across the grays and blues
of odysseys and crescent moons
into a distance simplified
with fewer words less sanctified

And there could see a moment's hue
bereft of vanity to view - -
a time to be, and yet forgone
of memory and visions drawn

Of shadows cast upon a course
running swiftly to its source - -
cold flight across a verdant path
divined toward a deep crevasse

And there was seen the willow's bow
to majesty and hope allowed
a wanderer before the throne
waiting for a journey home

Past the fragrant temple themes
of sorcery and chanted beads
played in vain to hollow skies
from halls of jaded sacrifice

Seeking for a glimpse to grasp
beyond the seas of fortune cast
into the corridors of light
beckoning to wings of flight

Above the flames of purity
and rainbow mists of certainty
clinging to a parting friend
as darkness to a candle's end.