In the Alpine forests
Of Burgundy, I build a log cabin next to a stream.
Everything I do there protests
This world's vanity, along the seam
Of Clarity and Delusion
The earth sits, and bickers
What is right and wrong with much confusion.
It debates, while my lamp flickers,
And I rest Knowing,
That I see the Universe in Shades of Grey.
And writing meditatively, Blowing
My message to humanity from May
To April, and over again.
I subtely preach aganist the Ultimate Sin.
(29 May 2008)
(Justin, Texas)
John Parsons
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shades-of-grey-10/
