overcast

gray times
my favorite days
skipping across the blues
where there is little left
but to love the silence
in your tightly held promises

winter is here
and will wear out
its welcome for some time
but I still melt
in your passion
and find pleasure
in the chill to my bones

I would trade
all of the sunshine
for one minute
in your rain
to bathe in you;
absorb your showers
and be soothed by each drop

so let the skies
fill with murky colors
that scatter the blues
and the brightness give way
to the breaking of color
that make these days most loved