This collection is called “Grey and Black and Back Again” to evoke the sense of an overcast day fading to night and the cyclical nature of the subject matter.
Twilight nearing, the gentle wind
Greets good night with tender songs.
Guiding darkness to her moorings,
Stars which cast no earthly shadows.
I strain to hear the toneless echoes
Of memories dashed on forlorn shoals.
Shallow graves for deep affections,
Deserving more than careless holes.
I filled my head with proper thoughts
Yet was a novice then, when I connived.
Granting open access to my heart
Where hope flared briefly, then slowly died.
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© 2008 Christopher C. Chan