Grey and Black, the shades swim; from tired dusk, through depth-less night,
To silver dawn and the promise of virtue renewed.
I swim through dreams, foggy and dense, shift awake, shift back to bed, restless and cold;
And it is black in the time between day and rest.
She is beside me, curled up and warm, my heart of comfort, my steadying anchor;
A woman of virtue, desire and trust.
Black fades to Grey, as red-lighted numbers tick towards blaring doom.
Black fades to Grey, as dread of *another* day creeps into my chest.
Black fades to Grey, and I’m reaching for time, adjusting my fate.
Black fades to Grey, I lock onto her tight…
Black fades to Grey: a delay of time, an extension of sanctuary.
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Marshall is an aspiring novelist and writer, who stops by to offer his thoughts, opinions and musings, hoping to share and even gain a little bit of perspective. He is married (to a wonderful woman), lives in South Central Ontario and may or may not have a small addiction to video games.
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