Gray

The day was an array of gray.
I walk forth confronted by
smokey gray clouds.
Must be the exhaust from burnout dreams.
And the vast ivory gray clouds,
paints the empty blankness I feel.
The leaden gray clouds are the steel color
of my robotic bones.

But behold, voluptuous violet gray
swath the horizon.
Blissfully violating my veins with beauty.

Even in times of deepest gray,
the beauty in life will not lead you astray.