Is Void Grey Poem by Cat Hodgson

Where does the sun get his light?
Blooming manipulation grows garden weeds
Old oak knows where grass grows best
Grey horizon intermingling with sea foam
Lost soul lies back where it is
Time always wrestles the breeze
Until the time twilight touches me
Wandering at the wrong shore
Emotions are just what they are
Mist rises touching my face with tearful longing
What is love without emotion just dry bones?
Dark dust blows by from flesh chimney
There must be mist for heart to breath
Let me redeem me in timeless space
Heart must warm slowly to entwine
Let me hold the warm innocence once more
Let me smear the mused paint, to see a rainbow
Let me close my eyes to breathe you deep to my soul
And your whisper will sing in my ear.
Oh gentleness
Where has his gentleness gone?
Where is the kiss in this emptiness?

© Cathy Hodgson 2/13