---

A Fan of Gray

I have always been a fan of gray
Even when criticized for thinking that way
And for being able to understand
What is written on the other hand
Gray tells me why we can wonder about so many things
And about the simple gifts that wondering why brings
It’s not that I don’t like black or white
But gray seems to hold a mysterious light
It becomes easier to penetrate the fog
To walk on clouds
To stand beside oneself
To see clearly in the smoke-filled air
And hear every word the angels speak
To comprehend what shadows say
And know why red is not red, nor blue, blue
When you look at them a certain way
I have always been a fan of gray