Grey

poem #3 in the colour series

Dr Pat Aitcheson
Jul 28, 2017 · 1 min read
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It is the time of sleep and not-sleep
but warm, always.
It is the time of seen and not-seen
soft focus, blurred.
It is the time of dream and not-dream
yet absolutely real.
It is the place mapped and not-mapped
each hill and curve already known.

These are not adventures, and here be no dragons.
We know this gentle push and pull
caressing the edge of darkness
teasing the frontier of rest.
The familiar needs no more
when soft half-light reveals us to each other again
veiled in a gossamer web of sighs.
It is that time.


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Dr Pat Aitcheson

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